My life is going as sliding tube. Sometimes it's bright, sometimes it's dull. And days rotate in closed cube, Approving me that I am fool. I'm tiring be the stupid angel Constantly trying to believe In other words, in someone else. As a result receiving grief... My skies is blackened forever Without rays, without hope. With understanding sense of never, To dream, to lose, to search, to grope... I often wonder if I'm right? If I should be only the good? If I should be honest and white? If I should smile with any mood? I'm doing all this and so what? My love just bleeds, my hopes are killed... Why I am always see just NOT, With tears and pain my way is filled... I try to change, let any stranger Afraid of me , my fear has sent. Maybe I will became UnAngel? No chance.. It's not for me... I can't... | 
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