I don't live next door
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There is a forest in my thoughts, I am amazed by my pain
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I hate stress, I'm honestly restless here
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The demon is spinning me, I gave myself completely
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More than I am
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I lie in dry grass and light matches
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Yes, I do not fuck, here's a hobby for you, albeit pretentious
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Tart cabernet in a glass, damn bitch, yes I am rich
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I chill all alone, lighting a candle
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I could make money, but I don't care
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I miss her so much, tears flow like a stream
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I hate reflection, my portrait is burnt by a bull
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I would tell interesting things, but there would be something
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My life is full of pain
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Elusive like a moth
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I could forget everything like a dream,
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But I dip my wounds in salt
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I'm a young dreamer boy
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I'm from another planet, boy
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It would be better if they didn't know me
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The stars are crying for me, that's enough
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From my pain, the singing of birds subsided
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I don't know how to forgive those who don't see boundaries
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Learned to let go
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Thoughts I
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Sticky
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In thoughtful smoke
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Those tobacco killers
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I feel like shit
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To hell with it all gone
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When I lick my wounds
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I leave a terrible seam
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When I was happy I don't remember
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Self-hatred grows
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Worn out by the pain everywhere
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Will devour me from within
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Picked myself up bit by bit
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Yes, my world is pressed into the sole
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Noshpa doesn't help me
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If there is a knife in my heart
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You got under my skin
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Tore it all to shreds
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Are you in pain? |
Yeah me too
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You and I are somewhat similar
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I found myself, nothing else shakes
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I don't feel that pain, yes, I don't hear anything
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A shitty friend came out of me
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Don't care, grab the cash while you breathe, your fears are my roof
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I love to spend, but you can't buy love
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Enough for every whim, Vova pays again
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Only tears can not be sold, I take boo on board
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I'll hide my pain in smoke, and you won't say anything
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Vova can't cry, Vova can't be broken
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Yes, I am one individual - love for a hundred for the eyes
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Vova - self-destruction, do not forget the image
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no pain
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Can't heal me
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I don't drink my grief
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I heal wounds only in a throat in the sea
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You can see me in the dark only by the glock, sorry
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I heal wounds only in a throat in the sea
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I am calm like a demon,
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But it shakes me from the cold
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It's more of a stress, but
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It's too early to build wires
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I'm freaking out alone
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Better alone than
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In a flock of preoccupied, I'm definitely crazy
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And I break down, that's how it is
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I tried to do something, but all in vain
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I tried, honestly, it turned out so flawed
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Nerves, goodbye
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Hurts the individual
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I wanted to sleep, but
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Sleep is not yet visible
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Vova can't cry, Vova can't be broken
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Yes, I am one individual - love for a hundred for the eyes
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Vova - self-destruction, do not forget the image
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no pain
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Can't heal me
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I don't drink my grief
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I heal wounds only in a throat in the sea
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You can see me in the dark only by the glock, sorry
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I can only be seen in the dark by the Glock, sorry, huh |