Плохо, что нет второго тебя.

Жаль...

 

 

 

Вранье.

 

 

Избито.

 

Мне.....никак...

 

Уже честнее

 

You don't need to hear it
But I'm dried up and sick to death of love
If you need to know it
I never really understood that stuff
All the stars and bleeding hearts
All the tears that welled up in my eyes
Never meant a thing to me
Read 'em as they say and weep
I've never felt enough to cry