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Thanks for opening my eyes, And for slammin' my heart in half, You've achieved my spiritual demise Now my soul is lookin' down, I'm disgusted by your face, How many more people have you ruined their paths? I've almost no reason to live compared to death, I have nothing left, Only the existence of my breath. I want you to know that I hate you, At first glance, yo' eyes are so faithful, But behind them is a fucking mask, A fucking mask, If I ripped it off earlier, it wouldn't hurt me so much. If only I could turn back time... THEN MY SOUL WOULD BE WITH ME AND SAFE... I wish that I never met you And didn't let you into my life... YOU DUG IN ADVANCE MY O-OWN GRAVE... I HATE YOU... AT FIRST GLANCE, YOUR EYES ARE SO FAITHFUL, BUT BEHIND THEM IS A FUCKING MASK, A FUCKING MASK, IF I RIPPED IT OFF EARLIER, IT WOULDN'T HURT ME SO MUCH, IF ONLY I COULD TURN BACK TIME... THEN I'D KEEP MY SOUL AND WOULD BE FINE...
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Drawing of Eyesless Jack BEASTMXDE Hate is the enemy Beginnin' of writin' the 13th of May The end of the writin' of the 13th of May Per 12 hours I HATE ANYONE'S PITY FOR ME
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Behind your back people are talking Using words that cut you down to size You want to fight back It's building inside you Holding you up Taking you hostage It's worth fighting for They'll try to take your pride Try to take your soul They'll try to take all the control They'll look you in the eyes Fill you full of lies Believe me they're gonna try So when you're feeling crazy And things fall apart Listen to your head Remember who you are You're the one You're the unbreakable heart
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Я граю лише уві снах...
Nadine Tikhonovitch
Я граю лише уві снах, Гітару, мов тебе, обіймаю, І пісня стара на вустах, Що в серці болем лунає. Я граю лише уві снах, Мелодію, давно що забута, І печаль в блакитних очах — Мій жах і муза, мій смуток. Я граю лише для тебе, Хоч знаю, що плід ти уяви, І біль губить нестерпний — Я гину, а пісня лунає... Я граю мелодію ніжну Та бігти хочеться геть, Як чую солодку я пісню: Вона нагадає про смерть... Бо вона серце зворушить І змусить згадати тебе, Ну нащо грати я мушу І палати мертвим вогнем? Поховавши, я присяглася, Що забута гітара — ось так, Бо пісня для тебе лилася... Я граю лише уві снах...
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