I'M NVT SVRRY
CVLD BLVVDED
I'M NOT SORRY, YOU'RE STILL A BITCH, YEAH, YOU'RE DISGUSTING AND TOXIC, MY HEART'S STILL POISONED BY SOMETHING, PAIN IS SO SHARP THAT IT FEELS LIKE BURNING. I KNOW MY WORTH, ALL YOU GET FROM ME IS A KNIFE IN YOUR HEART, YOUR SOUL IS DIRT, THAT BLACKENS ALL HEARTS 'FORE BREAKING 'EM APART. I CAUGHT A TRAP BUT I WILL BE THE LAST, I WILL PUNCH RIGHT THROUGH YOUR HEART, I REMEMBER OUR PAST, YOU DON'T HAVE A SOUL, YOU MADE ME A GHAST, WHY DO YOU THINK OF ME AS A TOY OR AN OUTCAST? I AM NOT SORRY FOR HATING YOU, I WISH I WEREN'T WORRIED BUT IT IS TRUE, I'm still attached to you and AT THE SAME TIME WANT TO SEE YOU COVERED IN YOUR BLOOD, It tears me apart and I can't decide WHETHER TO RETURN TO YOU AND TRY TO START ALL OVER AGAIN, Or send everything to hell and take a knife and PLUNGE IT INTO YOUR BLACK HEART... I WANNA SEE YOU COVERED IN YOUR BLOOD, Uh, I WANNA SEE YOU COVERED... IN YOUR OWN BLOOD...
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If it wasn't for you, I would have fought the wall to the pain. If you weren't mine, I'd die every night from losing blood. If it wasn't for your faith, I'd have given up a long time ago. If it were my will, I would stay with you forever. If you'd gone, I'd have been the old emptiness. You would have taken my heart, and instead of it there was an empty aperture. If it wasn't for you, I'd blazed in forgiveness. Would have burned to ashes, until ground, I would have until the last healing.
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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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