Что-то я в последнее время обладаю слишком плаксивым мудом..хочеться плакать, плакать, плакать и что бы ни кто не останавливал и не мешал....
Скоро лето - скоро обострение моего безумия.
Mother, why is it
That a day will come
When you’ll have to break down everything you built up?
читать дальшеMy collage has become scattered
But I can’t throw it away
My hand can’t reach anything
Even when I was holding your hand
Be my last (4x)
Please, be my last
I can't be your friend – nice try
I fell for the wrong person
But it wasn't a mistake
My hand can't catch anything,
How far do I have to go before I reach what I dreamed of?
With my hands
With my hands, be my last
I want to see you for an hour tonight
So that someday we can be joined as one
My hand can’t reach anything
Who’s been playing the adult here?
Be My Last
Please, be my last