Winter is coming inspired by Fytch - Levitate

Лейла Лермонтова
Winter's coming, there's no warning
Here's surprise for your eyes
Hear me roaring, don't make it slowly
In my dreams you'll stay. But now I'm cold

Teardrops on my lashes
I'm burnt to the ashes
No more breath, no heartbeat
Why you don't feel lucky?

No more pesky voices,
No more "I destroyed them"
No more my hysterics,
No more problems, no more asking

No more questions, no more tears,
Do you glad? But I can't see.
No more stories, no more posts,
I will disappear like ghost

No more "can you fuck me, please?"
No more "have you read my tweet?"
No more "sun, how do you feel?"
Look in flat - there's no more me!

You don't need to hold my veins
You don't need to wash my pain
You will not take off my panties
You don't need to fuck me again

Can you feel fucking relief?
Are you free without my needs?
You felt warm being in me



Felt you deep inside me, then you paralyzed me
Killed my butterflies, cut my heart like butter slice
I was living in paradise as you made my world so bright
But, in the end I'm killed by my own losing fight