-" You're killing me with a knife, but I'm worried about your absence from my life"
And you dance with another under heroin, under wine.
Cut my heart with a knife,
I don't have much left,
Just tell you the truth about how tired I've been of breathing tobacco for a year, bitch.
I closed my eyes.
I start running,
I'm just trying to get away from people.
Hundred times,
after considering the situation, I count how many bones were broken.
For so many nights,
At your door, I needed you more.
About a million knives
flew in the back.
After all, he wrote poems
only her,
I begged
"Be mine."
When the fuck am I going to get cold to you?
I'm probably going to die from lack of you.
Calling you drunk,
And at least an hour to wait for an answer,
But to hear only - " the subscriber is not available for the subscriber"
Emergency.
When will this moment come?
When can I hold you,
My favorite caller.
I probably won't see you again,
After all, you like to drink absinthe with him like that»
I hate you until my ribs hurt.
After all, my love is scarier than all legends.
And now I smoke our "Parliament" Until its corpse is cold as a Foundation.
I don't get high from this pain,
And now ...
You're killing me with a knife, but I'm worried about your absence from my life