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Pain

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Автор: Прохор Озорнин | 10:00 PM MSK, сб февраля 03, 2007
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All I feel now is the pain,
All my hopes were but in vain,
And there is no one to blame…
Damn it, have I gone insane?!

Will this be all just the same,
Am I but some sort of lame,
Cursed to be left alone
With no love, no hope, all prone?

If I’m such a foul man —
Then ignore me when you can,
Never giving any hope,
Never leaving me to mope!

Oh, my girl, but you insist…
Yes, I’m able to resist,
Yes, I may not just surrender…
Will that help, I truly wonder?

Oh, I can bury my feeling
And become the coldest being,
“Normal” man without heart,
Yes, I can resist you, but…

You will drop me soon enough
Just to find the man that’s tough —
One, that’s able to resist,
One, whose heart will never twist.

Trust me — I am used to this,
I do have to pay my fees
All in hope to find one day
Only one, who won’t say “nay”,

Only one, chosen for me…
I will find her, you’ll see!
But for now I won’t resist —
Have some pleasure at the least…

People all walk strangest ways,
Passing by without trace,
Hoping to find love one day
And forget to say theirs “nay”…

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