It’s over when it’s over
But never is too late.
Sometimes you can’t take over
The thing that is called fate.
At times you feel like beaten up
As if a bomb went off.
You find yourself alone in a trap
You never know the end.
You go along the broken dreams
And full of naked truth.
You should’ve stopped believing in this
And changed that killing course.
By chance, by luck, by accident
The sun appears one day
And you can think of nothing else
That happens any way.
A girl near the window
You never know
© Copyright: Дивчина Биля Викна, 2012
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