I do not sacrifice myself
I'm the brake
the road of despair was inside
at the time of the accident
I do not understand
me neither
these were the lyrics
when my head was getting too hot
and I saw something black
excited to hide my sun
in the mockery
I think she thinks of me
witch
innocence of my pronunciation
in her perverse ears
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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