From the notebook to the trash, the leaves are like in the void
And again her autumn is in the kitchen
The rain is cold on the cheeks will collect water in a glass
But the flower does not water at all
The number in the block, and the heart in the block - a new life lesson
You didn't ask yourself to fall in love
There's a lock on the door again, feelings in the smoke under the ceiling
And his portrait is hung crookedly
One-two-three, quotation marks, a cigarette with a match
And joint albums are burned to the ground
Only here is a habit, you are like a bird to him
He will call, and you will break down again in any way (you know)
Stupid, because at night in the pillow
She cries and misses him again
He does not call and let him, but again his heart is empty
She cries and misses him again
You're a fool, because you're his toy
You're a fool, because you're falling into this trap again
Two walls and a ceiling, an antidepressant as a pledge
Mentally to the temple of the trigger, but how could he? How could he?
And you tell him secrets at once, hundreds of phrases in a minute
And he is with another, just like with you, completely different, not at all yours
It's so hard to let go, you're climbing out of your skin (you're yourself)
You didn't ask yourself to fall in love
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