It is a sudden.
You called me alien.
I'm falling down.
They're right. I'm clown.
I saw my line of fate,
Wil you put life on rate?
The end is yet to come.
It doesn't shine of sun.
You need to, belive me, stop.
I think, it's right,
You may be really loved.
You were the first,
Who uderstood me.
It was the worst.
No need to scream.
It's not a disease.
This is, yes, fatalism.
Each has it's own keys.
It's my life, I'm tired of criticism.