Fiction
Sandra Petrova
Tell me
What is going on
Tell me
Why you feel alone
Dust out
Is it in your heart
I think
It lives deep down inside
Feelings
They are only an illusion
In your
Cunning and amazing mind
I know
It's hard to swallow but they are only in your head
A fiction
Tell me /please tell me
Can you free your soul
Tell me /come on tell me
Was it worth at all
Dust out
We all fear it the same
I think
You can handle the pain
Feelings
They are only an illusion
In your
Cunning and amazing mind
I know
It's hard to swallow but they are only in your head
A fiction
Feelings
They are only an illusion
In your
Cunning and amazing mind
I know
It's hard to swallow but they are only in your head
A fiction
Feelings
A fiction
Feelings
A fiction