автор: brambelrose

This is the question with letters of fire
it burns me.. inside

Why you have such desire
to lie to me?
I am doomed to believe,
you are doomed to be lier -
our vicious circle of sighs and of crying
There was a time of colors
and no place for “why”..
and oranges and flowers,
and a beautiful blue light in the sky...
there was no questions at all
just me and you
and only this had matters...
just me and you -
no doubts, no denies...
“why” is a monster,
disease,
poison,
and I have to admit..
I`m so weak to kill it
I need a help, indeed...
Do you give me your arm?
Do you be on my side?
I`m gonna believe you.
Just don`t ask me “why”....