Ps1h
Hello my love, hello my dear.
I'm home alone again, these expectations.
Yes I miss, I miss at night
Table lamp, mug of hot tea ...
As before, I plant the lungs with black smoke.
I find something among that negativity ...
Where you rub side by side. In crime in a couple ...
Sory, I pulled you into the cellar ...
You and I are not few, it’s time to get used to it,
But I continue to upset I can get stuck on a large scale.
You're home, I'm in the capital, in the studio, in those faces
I look repeatedly ... Again in Nimanica ...
Immediately, the heart will beat ...
While the beat is my inspiration ..
You are my drug. The same as the streets ...
Presses smoothly but for a long time - master ...
Lex.inf
I don’t want to breathe freely, this is not my option.
You can get used to this pain, people say.
You are dead to me, but this cold is in me.
If I fall to the top, put on a belt
At heart, I ask for help ...
My world is like a pazzle assembled ...
But it breaks even faster than glass.
Behind our backs are tongues as a pall.
They want some truth, but I hate that.
These needles, even though they give me an incentive ...
Away! You tore my wings to shreds !!!
and I loved winter, hey, the sun at night ...
My impulses won't prove anything now
There is fear in his eyes, a microphone in his hand, a soul above her ...
Doesn’t accept, but the body asks for your glare.
Give me one last chance, catch my scream ...