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If people are completely different,
Living together is tiring and difficult.
Who is in your picture,
Your music, films and literature?
What is true and what is false?
I don’t know the answers just because
Знаєш , а все таки відчуваю щось до тебе,
Хоч ти і байдужий , і я тобі не потрібна.
На жаль, почуття не так легко закрити,
Не так просто від них відмовлятися.
Не вперше , але ж цей потяг, який так хочеш пізнати
Ці губи, руки , шию, спину,
This is why Time Machine is only fiction
You can only look back
to search for what you’ve lacked:
Words you should’ve said…
They all say the same cliché:
“It’s better to have loved than none at all.”
Our story had been short and not worth it,
yet I’ve been cursed with this ability;
this giant elephant memory.
I had the strangest, most vivid dream.
I heard your voice, faintly somewhere in the distance,
yet my phone was still off and charging.
Was it my imagination?
Was my mind playing tricks on me again?
The dawn isn’t close enough,
yet I am jolted awake
from a dream that felt
like a time machine,
throwing me back to the past, so mean.
Если б ты знал как часто листаю я чаты,
И жду сообщение от тебя.
Но увы ты занят другими вещами ,
Не уж интересна я.
Это агонь или просто безумие...
Или что-то внутри меня...
I love to see myself in water.
In ocean of your lovely eyes.
I love when you make me embarrassed.
Shine of your smile can make me rise.
You will not know that I am write for you
because i can't show it, my scars.
The world outside?
It can be chaotic.
God Does What God Likes.
What we break, God May Fix
or Leave Shattered, just like that.
All my beloved ones made me suffer burning pain.
My soul was bleeding so I promised not to fall in love again.
Last month I broke my promise though I knew it was insane.
I’ve travelled at the speed of light towards your heart.
We hear each other breathing long distances apart.
Every day is basically the same.
We’ve become hamsters in our own spinning wheels.
It’s the familiar, boring game.
We’re going round and round on our heels.
The world’s become a scarier place.
My eyes should rest
And so should I
I am so tired of this, at all
I want to feel alive again
At least for once
That would be nice
