
The wound in my heart
When will it head, I don’t know
No course exists for this pain
No doctor’s found it though
My enemies wait for me to break.
They open the door to betrayal’s wake
Maybe now it’s finally enough
I’M TRULY TIRED OF YOU ALL.
You fear not God’s wrath above
Even poison you’d gladly shove
Tell me, when will you turn to grace
In front you stand as if you’re strong
Behind you stab-like you’ve all along grace?
I’M TRULY TIRED OF YOU ALL.
On my path you scatter thorns
I’M TRULY TIRED OF YOU ALL!
MURODILLAYEVA MOHINUR IS A 10TH GRADE STUDENT AT THE 44TH GENERAL SECONDARY SCHOOL OF G’UZOR DISTRICT KHASHKADARYA REGION.