They are neither rap, nor rock, nor punk, nor pop artist, she is only a pink flower that lived without love. And to all around recently meaning is lost. It disappeared into the air like blue smoke. They are neither rap, nor rock, nor punk, nor pop artist, she is only a pink flower that lived without love. And to everything around, meaning is lost. He disappeared into the air like blue smoke. She wears a pink sweater, a ribbon in her hair, and downed sneakers on her legs. She no longer believes in herself, feelings took hold of her, she goes to die - well, so be it. Let him raise his eyebrows for the last time, get up, push the chair back. All! The hour has struck. He takes a leaf and a pen, writes a note to his mother: "I'm sorry. I love .. But I'm dying ..". He wraps the leaf in his favorite scarf, puts it on the table, turns off the lamp, closes the door, puts his chair under it. already three in the morning, dad fell asleep a long time ago. He opens the bedside table, takes out a blade, unpacks it - the girl does not disdain. Now a lot of thoughts are flying through my head, the last thing I can remember is blood spatter. Tightens the sleeve of the jacket as high as possible - the moment has come for her to say goodbye to life. blood on a sharp object, cut veins in the hand. lies the cold body of an emo girl. She is neither rap, nor rock, nor punk, nor a pop artist, she is only a pink flower that lived without love. And everything around has recently lost its meaning. He disappeared into the air like blue smoke.
