Love sometimes hurts us. In the soul remains the pain,and heart broken into a thousand pieces. And when you know that I hurt you then plunge into the abyss of sadness.

Here and I am sick of love. Someone that I love don't love me because I'm not one of his circle. I don't glamorous beauties which puts expensive clothes from Gucci and Prada shoes from. He lives in a house for 2 million and go to clubs every day. And I plain nice girl. Which does not need it. And how to treat this disease if you love this guy for a year. I tried to forget it. Tried to become a glamorous. But nothing comes out. Love the disease probably is not treated.

 

I feel the music and start to sing. All around at this point loses its meaning for me. I hear my heart beating in the rhythm of music. And then I understand without music, I it's not me. If you take away from me the music means to deprive me of life.