Текст песни GeRa18.07 - вдох-выдох

I am called Ham,
What they know about my life ...
I have some raising,
My end is already close.
Soon I will break, can't stand
My limit will come
The limit of my cipely.
Need to breathe
Think about good.
I hate teachers and even passersby. I seek you strange
Yes no, I'm not so and you are
You are all the same, there is not one good soul.
Imagine yourself in my place,
You do not stand even the first stress. It's hard ...
And again inhale breathing ...
I repeat, I am very often,
Enough to put pressure on me,
I will soon become an incognoto,
No one will see me!
Classmates is the norm
But there is no one-friend
Which will help you ...

With learning it was worse
Mood "Outpad"
Thirst for summer, sea, sun,
Beach and beautiful guys.
Now I sit in the lesson of the Russian language.
Emotions have been excavated for three days
Parents do not understand me.
And again inhale-exhale ..
I'm trying to think
But not. The brain is climbing songs, favorite couplets.
On the mind one nonsense.
I am fluttering emotions to this text
Rhymes end and the end soon. The end of the lesson,
Not my patience
But even, wait for the continuation!