We're just different parts of the mechanism :
Some fly high , others are quite low .
Life - a large theater , you're an actress in it ,
And I, like a fool , waiting for you behind the scenes.
Threw across the room , threw a blade
Where would I be if I did not this pride ?
Feelings tired nerves of steel.
Time heals , time swaps .
All the contrary, now the game is worth the candle.
Fewer characters in SMS , fewer meetings .
Burn each other's eyes or not to see
The Truth? After all, we love to hate.
Enough, enough , why should I fucking brains ?
Something not to like? out the door , get out , fuck !
Now it is clear , when came to the edge
You played me , now I'm playing .
Chorus:
There will be no meetings, roses, these tears.
You're my bitch , but I'm not your dog .
And everything seriously , forget , erase the number.
All over, end , game over.
There will be no meetings, roses, these tears.
You're my bitch , but I'm not your dog .
And everything seriously , forget , erase the number.
All over, end , game over.
And I want to try , you know , I want to check out
Your principles - iron, but it rusts .
All such in the image , where there is a bride
Spoiled bitch, I'll tell you where you belong .
Useful to know if I reached into the forest,
The principle of the gold, which loses its gloss .
Your images over time as the ice melts ,
I'm not an angel and you're far from a saint.
Do not have to teach me how to live correctly ,
What did you see , in addition to its cable ?
It was hard, but it has stood the defense.
You're not the queen , even though you are talking crown .
Your friend princesses of himself stroyut .
Shut his mouth , bitch , or I 'll close !
I paid in full, leaving himself surrender ,
Not good-bye and bye . Come on, good luck!
Chorus:
There will be no meetings, roses, these tears.
You're my bitch , but I'm not your dog .
And everything seriously , forget , erase the number.
All over, end , game over.
There will be no meetings, roses, these tears.
You're my bitch , but I'm not your dog .
And everything seriously , forget , erase the number.
All over, end , game over.
I want to reveal to you a secret:
You have me, you do not have me .
Chorus:
There will be no meetings, roses, these tears.
You're my bitch , but I'm not your dog .
And everything seriously , forget , erase the number.
All over, end , game over.
There will be no meetings, roses, these tears.
You're my bitch , but I'm not your dog .
And everything seriously , forget , erase the number.
All over, end , game over.