The mess is living in my head.
Another step, and I'll be dead.
Should I care?
No, I won't dare!
I won't admit that it has won,
That it has broken wall of stone,
That I am sick, that I am weak,
Emotional, but useless freak.
Inside me all I find is aches
Of my high morals that were precious
To my once full of sweetness heart
That with my hands I've teared apart.
I sympathize only strength
That vanishes inside his depth.
Maybe, the feeling that I cover
For him kills any another.
That's why I am blind, that's why I'm cold,
That's why I leave myself untold.
I wish I could return back time
To know where have I passed the line,
When have I lost myself and how?!
But play is over, I'll take a bow.
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
The mess is living in my head.
Another step, and I'll be dead.
Should I care?
No, I won't dare!
I won't admit that it has won,
That it has broken wall of stone,
That I am sick, that I am weak,
Emotional, but useless freak.
Inside me all I find is aches
Of my high morals that were precious
To my once full of sweetness heart
That with my hands I've teared apart.
I sympathize only strength
That vanishes inside his depth.
Maybe, the feeling that I cover
For him kills any another.
That's why I am blind, that's why I'm cold,
That's why I leave myself untold.
I wish I could return back time
To know where have I passed the line,
When have I lost myself and how?!
But play is over, I'll take a bow.
