When I feel like a brave
Everything got no sense
Our loves give us wings
Our hate gives us strength
Waking up in the morning
See your face in the tube
Pick me up, help not falling
‘Cause my hate is so pure
I hate to live here
‘Cause I don’t belong
Oh God take my fears
Make me feel strong
Life - some kind of a cancer
That grows in our hearts
There is no cure for dancer
Only pieces and parts
So what should I do?
It wasn’t my choice
Can somebody hear
My single tired voice?
Can you hear yourself?
Will all you get lost!
‘Cause I feel like a brave
And hate all that thoughts!
08.08.07
I Hate
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