the light pours out of me
я очень давно не писала поэтому мне важно знать как оно вам
For every action should there be
Reaction
For every tear should there be your hand
For every me there should have been defender
And every you could be there
To defend.
Now night is wildly glittering upon me
And calling back to where
It's been before
For every me there should have been your
Sorrow
But yet it's not what I've been looking
For.
I'm staring at the walls, beyond rejection
Beyond abuse and hope they will
Stare back
For may be they will be my new reflection
Or hopefully provide a subtle
Wreck.
You ever been mislead with
an addiction
To somewhat that's addicted by itself?
When every single sense is just a
fiction
But there is always stash right on
Your shelf.
To be or not to be, that is
The question
That makes us people suffocate and dwell
I'd take for answer any your suggestion
But you suggested me
Going to hell.
For every action should there be
Reaction
For every tear should there be your hand
For every me there should have been defender
And every you could be there
To defend.
Now night is wildly glittering upon me
And calling back to where
It's been before
For every me there should have been your
Sorrow
But yet it's not what I've been looking
For.
I'm staring at the walls, beyond rejection
Beyond abuse and hope they will
Stare back
For may be they will be my new reflection
Or hopefully provide a subtle
Wreck.
You ever been mislead with
an addiction
To somewhat that's addicted by itself?
When every single sense is just a
fiction
But there is always stash right on
Your shelf.
To be or not to be, that is
The question
That makes us people suffocate and dwell
I'd take for answer any your suggestion
But you suggested me
Going to hell.
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08.11.2012 в 17:45