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.
