May 23, 2008 18:41
Laughing, I feed you
With meaningless games, tricks and philopsophies
Whose answers you would die for
In your hunger to believe?
Nie wiem już, w co mam wierzyć. Znów ten strach. Boję się bólu. Nie chcę znów doznać zawodu.
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would, you ever soon
Come above unto me?
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