Stromin my pain with his fingers
Singin my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song x2
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song

Yea yea yea do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do

I heard he sang a good song,
I heard he had a style,
And so I came to see him and listen for a while
And there he was this young boy
Stranger to my eyes

Stromin my pain with his fingers (onetime, one time)
Singin my life with his words (two times, two times)
Killing me softly with his song x2
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song

I felt all flushed with fever
Embarrased by the crowd,
I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud,
I pray that he would finish
But he just kept right on


Wooooooaaaa ohhhhhhhhhh laaaa la la la la la la ohhh la laaa woaaa laa
Aaaalaa


Он поет мне Фуджиса в аське и просит подпеть))))) сумашедший))))

опустошение и безликая радость
чего я еще хочу на данный момент…вчерашний вечер вычеркнут из памяти…
больше не играю в любовь, оберегаю дружбу, чужую дружбу…я лишняя…только вред от меня…была злая и ленивая, а теперь умерла для них….
Голубые глаза выглядят дико ранней весной, страстно, будоражуще и ослепительно красиво….просто хочу, чтоб это знали все
Пытаюсь избавиться от синдрома жертвы….