I swear it is not a broken pride
that talks to you. It is a pain.
I know now story wasn't right
and its repeat its self again, again.

I never ever thought end this way
the lovely fairytale that I've wrote.
The life will ends. I'm watching a dying day
and in my own fate I had no right to vote.

I see I had no right to rise my voice.
I see you've been programmed as a plan.
I now see I've never choosed my choice
to stay with you, within your savage klan.

But now I am free... no victim any more.
I leave you now at the final gate.
There is nothing gonna be as all that was before.
No pain. No lies. No mess. No passion... No hate.

13.08.2012