We're just different parts of the mechanism:
Some fly high, others very low.
Life - a large theater, you're an actress in it,
And I, like a fool, waiting for you behind the scenes.
Giving up the room, he threw a blade
Where would I be, if not pride?
Feeling tired, nerves of steel.
Time heals, time swaps.
All the contrary, now the game is worth the candle.
Fewer characters in SMS, fewer meetings.
Grilling at each other or do not see
Really? After all, we love to hate.
Enough, enough, why should I fucking brains out?
Something's not to like? out the door, get out, fuck!
Now it is clear, when approached to the edge
You're playing with me, now I'm playing.
Chorus:
There will be no meetings, roses, those 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, those 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 this in the image, where there is a bride
Spoiled bitch, I'll tell you where you belong.
Know useful if reached into my forest,
The principle of gold, which loses shine.
Your images over time, as the ice melts,
I'm not an angel, and you are far from being a saint.
Do not teach me how to live properly,
What did you see, in addition to its cable?
It was hard, but the defense withstood.
You're not the queen, even if you are talking crown.
Your friend princesses from itself stroyut.
Shut their mouths, bitch, or I'll close!
I paid in full, leaving himself delivery,
Not good-bye and bye. Come on, good luck!
Chorus:
There will be no meetings, roses, those 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, those 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, me you do not.
Chorus:
There will be no meetings, roses, those 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, those tears.
You're my bitch, but I'm not your dog.
And everything seriously, forget, erase the number.
All over, end, game over.
