Jobs, Obligations, Problems- Everything on the hanger left, And embark on the rhythm of music, All inhibitions forget.
By Arzun Nasufova7 years ago in Poets
You have to grow up, to love life. Even with a broken heart to hug! You have to grow up, to forget insults. From friends stuck,
Imagine... Smoked room, countless cigarette butts in the ashtray, and you ... Abandoned by all the "friends" you had in your youth ...
I'm afraid... From the loneliness with which I live forever, And the people who can not understand me! I'm afraid of myself,
I look weak and defenseless, But at the same time I'm so prey! As a child who lost a toy, I want to take a step! I am a guest in your life;
I'm sick! From cruelty to innocent souls, From outrage and ego, which only ruins. I'm tired of watching them kill, And without paying to go!
I walk through the dusty streets, With people around me - all peccable. They look at me with eerie eyes; With eyes of demons, with hot looks.
Two people in my world, Two people do not sleep. Two who don't know what is fatigue, The ones who are my life,all my life.