Helga's Wrists Are Out of Caress
Helga’s wrists are out of caress
I can’t touch’ em, this is true,
Full of woes I’m really jealous,
Pain is same as songs, anew
I am blaming Fate, that’s wicked,
But I know myself, no one
will suggest another ticket
for my way, sky’s deaf. It’s done.
All her deeds are complicated
There’s no word of mine to save.
Telling, sorry, I’m so naked,
I’m not close I’m not so brave.
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