All my years like a useless luggage
Yesterday I woke up in the friend’s flat
Feels like lost milliard pounds at the stock exchange
I will need the best lawyer, I bet
We have stopped on the cross-road of lifeway
Has she gone? I don’t know anymore
I just couldn’t keep on with my last pray
All my ships have sunk near the shore
In this town I am sick of this useless role
I just wanted to make her a gift
But my taxi has run off the petrol
And nobody will give me a lift
I like only spring, but it’s autumn
Will she care if I live or I die?
In the cinema screens are broken
And her words seem to be goodbye
Now my years like a useless luggage
It’s my fault. I suppose I have lost her
Postman brought me the cruel message
Advocates will take care of the blood war
February 25, 2002
Useless luggage
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