Pulled down by an ordinary life.
I just stood on a cross of a road,
My pockets’ve nothing even dime.
And I don’t know what the hell I was there,
What or whom I was looking for.
I am not Superman, I’m not Che -
Just a man who forgot a way to home.
I’m tired to fighting for it -
A hole in size with a cosmos.
All I know is a one little thing:
A question “who am I?” is the costliest.
Not a long time ago I’ve been drooped,
But I’m climbing on a mountain now.
Can you see those mountain’s top?
I will be on it soon, not doubt.
I don’t know for what I was born
And for what I am spending my life.
I’m broken like crystal, I’m torn
By the crashed dreams’s dark side.
I’m tired to fighting for it,
Whatever the world’s only mine.
All I remember is a one little thing:
I’m still questioning “who am I?”
Just a one little thing, dear God
Have I asked too much or prayed less?
I can give you my life, but it isn’t enough
No, I’ve drunk all my life for an ass.
Stupid life,
Bitter wine,
Hell of a press!
Иду на рекорд.Семь четверостиший тт
Ну да, а теперь поиграем в игру "найди здесь все песни, которые нравятся Нике и которые были здесь "сплагиатины" о.О".Я вот нашла уже две, три, четыре ... тт А, ладно, все равно их никто не знает.Омг, что за бред?Все мое, собственное! xd