Do I still have a chance, to tell about my sorrow?


Do I still have a chance, to tell about my sorrow?
Or I should better throw out all the feelings I borrow?
Even against the wall, on fire and through the darkness
Everyone keep a hope to find a little kindness

Dance with the death... or pain? Dance in the cost of living.
Crowd of broken hearts, each history is a secret
Why do I here? Don't know, maybe it's my probation
Now it's getting worse...some scare of all this action

The end. I lost. Doesn't matter...
It's my guilt and my faults, so I'm own
With passing of time I feel better
No more chance to tell about my sorrow

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