Как было сказано раньше, у меня крайне оллтувелльное настроение, посему сей работы тебе пригодятся исключительно в периоды эмоционального упадка. Anyway, надеюсь, что отпечатки мерехлюндии придутся по душе; и буду ждать материал на видео.
VER.1
( LONG STORY SHORT, IT WAS A BAD TIME )
———I tried to pick my battles until the battle picked me
DID THE TWIN FLAME BRUISE PAINT YOU BLUE?
There we are again when nobody had to know. You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath. I know it's long gone, magic's not here no more. I might be okay, but I'm not fine at all. I know it's long gone, there was nothing else I could do. And I forget about you long enough to forget why I needed to.
—MAYBE THIS THING WAS A MASTERPIECE
UNTIL YOU TORE IT ALL UP?
There we are again when I loved you so, back before you lost the one real thing you've ever known. You taught me about your past, thinking your future was me. I was thinking on the drive down that any time now he's gonna say it's love. You never called it what it was until we were dead, gone and buried. Check the pulse and come back swearing it's the same after three months in the grave. And then you wondered where it went to as I reached for you, but all I felt was shame, and you held my lifeless frame.
REMIND MYSELF THAT THE MORE I GAVE, YOU’D WANT ME LESS.
I can’t bе your friend, so I pay the price of what I lost
and what it cost,
NOW THAT WE DON’T TALK.
You call me up again just to break me like a promise. So casually cruel in the name of being honest. The idea you had of me, who was she? A never-needy, ever-lovely jewel whose shine reflects on you. Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it. I'd like to be my old self again, but I'm still trying to find it.
DID THE LOVE AFFAIR MAIM YOU, TOO?
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The only way back to my dignity is to turn into a shrouded mystery.
Like I had been when you were chasing me. This is how it has to be
( NOW THAT WE DON’T TALK )
VER.2
( LONG STORY SHORT, I SURVIVED )
————now I am all about you
—DO YOU REMEMBER IT
ALL
TOO
WELL?
IT IS RARE, I AM THERE
SACRED PRAYER, I AM THERE
WIND IN MY HAIR, I AM THERE
———— I wanna be defined by
[ Х ]the things I love,
[]the things I hate,
[]the things I'm afraid of,
[]the things that haunt me in the middle of the night.
My love was as cruel as the cities I lived in. There are so many lines that I've crossed unforgiven. I'll tell you the truth, but never goodbye. I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you. I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you. All's well that ends well to end up with you. My heart's been borrowed, yours has been blue. So, can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?
who's afraid of little old me?
2018 — 2019
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2020
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2021
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2022
Никогда не спрашивайте:
— возраст у женщины;
— размер заработной платы у мужчины;
— стимул к смене освещения от аватара к аватару у Хендери.
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2023
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2024
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who's afraid of little old me?
Как было сказано раньше, у меня крайне оллтувелльное настроение, посему сей работы тебе пригодятся исключительно в периоды эмоционального упадка. Anyway, надеюсь, что отпечатки мерехлюндии придутся по душе; и буду ждать материал на видео.
VER.1
( LONG STORY SHORT, IT WAS A BAD TIME )
REMIND MYSELF THAT THE MORE I GAVE, YOU’D WANT ME LESS.
I can’t bе your friend, so I pay the price of what I lost
and what it cost,
NOW THAT WE DON’T TALK.
DID THE LOVE AFFAIR MAIM YOU, TOO?
VER.2
( LONG STORY SHORT, I SURVIVED )
IT IS RARE, I AM THERE
WIND IN MY HAIR, I AM THERE
———— I wanna be defined by
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.
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SACRED PRAYER, YOU ARE THERE
—I REMEMBER IT ALL TOO WELL.
