i'm unclean a libertine
Весь вечер на повтор-одна песня.Ощущение неуловимого одиночества, которое прячется под маской радости. Так надо.

Наверное. Не всё так плохо, как порой кажется
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She seemed dressed in all of me

Stretched across my shame,

All the torment and the pain

Leaked through and covered me.



I'd do anything to have her to myself,

Just to have her for myself.



Now I don't know what to do,

I don't know what to do

When she makes me sad.



She is everything to me,

The unrequited dream,

The song that no one sings,

The unattainable.

She's a myth that I have to believe in,

All I need to make it real is one more reason.



I don't know what to do,

I don't know what to do when she makes me sad.



But I won't let this build up inside of me.

I won't let this build up inside of me.

I won't let this build up inside of me.

I won't let this build up inside of me.



A catch in my throat, choke,

Torn into pieces, I won't. No.



I don't want to be this but

I won't let this build up inside of me

won't let this build up inside of me



She isn't real.

I can't make her real.

She isn't real.

I can't make her real.






P.s.

Мама мыла раму.

Смерть неизбежна.

Бога нет.


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