Chorus:
The heart is not subordinate ,
I can not love ,
It is better to forget about me ,
Forgive me, but we 're friends ,
In principle, there is no choice .
(1 )
Two o'clock in the morning , and lay on the bed , I pray
Baby I'm sorry , but I love you.
I whisper her name , O Lord , have mercy !
In my heart cold, and the columns are ideal adrenaline.
On the monitor, only its page vkontakte.
I love this picture avatar ,
I know how many messages on her wall , I know how many groups and how many fotogravy with it.
I strain my eyes when her some guy leaves a comment , it displays instantly.
Three hours later, on the street and in the heart of the cold,
Well if I sleep then I will dream it again.
I re-read a few messages, or leaf through the rooms , well, talk to no one .
And a familiar message read : & quot; Let 's be friends ! & Quot;
Chorus 2:
The heart is not subordinate ,
I can not love ,
It is better to forget about me ,
Forgive me, but we 're friends ,
In principle, there is no choice .
(2 )
Snovo computer and tea candle burns .
Post already the third day , and you do not answer .
Debts at uni I do not take over the case ,
Yes, she often did not answer , but now touched .
Perhaps she was not destined to me , erase her number because I do not know why I remember by heart !
I hate it , because I was looking for an excuse .
& quot; I stopped loving her ! & quot; I 'm lying with the new!
Get out of this room so sick of it
I 'm out of here for a smoke on the balcony.
And again I draw your name on the cigarette ,
I finished smoking and forget , but I understand I breathe you!
Write a note , a note with her name and that her request to blame for my death ...
Take a step , to suicide !
Hoping that I get to where I will not love!
Chorus 2:
The heart is not subordinate ,
I can not love ,
It is better to forget about me ,
Forgive me, but we 're friends ,
In principle, there is no choice .
Hello, I know your son ,
Often we walked in the same company with him ,
He was a nice guy , made plans .
There was always a joyful life
And zanemalsya swimming,
He was a good friend ,
Always helped me .
Risked it for me,
Fell to my feet ,
I wanted
but still could not love him .
Lawless Heart ,
His wounds did not heal bandage.
He was stubborn and I was amused ,
May be a bug in the fact that I continued to be friends with him .
I circled his head , honestly.
He knew that we would not be together,
Yet acted .
And him running other
What he found in me ..
And like was not mad ,
But gone to heaven.
And it does not return , so that I am not guilty .
But I am very sorry.
True .
