So when I burned in flame of passion,
I've decided that it is good enough.
DAMN IT!!! I am sick of depression!!!
I HATE, HATE, HATE, I HATE LOVE!!!
A knife that hurts me
Right in my heart.
Again and again, again and again...
It hurts as a thrown dart...
The Sun is so hot,
But my soul is hotter.
The time to dot...
Or drown in water!
I am so sorry I was weak to say to You something that was killing me, killing my brain, my mind, my soul. Please, don't blame me, I love You sincerely, from my heart I say it to You. Thing that hurts me stronger, that my love to You - that's a jealousy. It's not fair, because You're not my property, moreover I AM NOTHING TO YOU. /cry
I write to You songs, lyrics, my friends (especially girls) become crazy when they read texts, they say, that this can be wroted only from lover's heart. I envy to Your boyfriend, he should be very happy with You. Otherwise there. *****. You are the best event in my shitty life, You flipped it from head to toe. I was waiting my chanse, but box of chanses шы empty...
Now I am at the bridge, THANK YOU DEAR *****, and don't pick holes in me.
I LOVE YOU, GOD, SAVE HER, EVEN IF I WILL GO TO THE HELL FOR IT.
I LOVE YOU!