823 - WireTest (kite scratch) | Текст песни

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• WireTest (kite scratch)

Feels like a kite
since there's no place
where I would stay for long.
Those from behind
stretch out their hands,
they grasp and claim for more.

My wind is strong,
they start to pull,
but I have gone too far.
For them I'm wrong,
for them I'm fool,
they make me fall apart.

To cut it loose
and give a rest
to wreck that I've become -
I'm still no use,
though try my best,
so I will just becalm.