Чувствую себя неинтересной, нежеланной, никакой. Умываю руки.

"Хочется либо послать куда подальше, либо сделать все, чтобы приехать и хотя бы одним глазочком глянуть", так вот, я выбираю первый вариант, хотя так хочется второго...

Будет нужно, сам меня найдет, хоть за тыщу километров.

Грустно, товарищи(

You
Since that magic day
We've been like magnets in a play
We smash in then pull away

Every day.
You

You're a jet, a flying gun
You kill me softly with your sun
You melt my wings then call it fun
I should run

I
Watch my powers die
Falling out of starry skies
You kryptonite my life
Every night.
the Ending of the road
Dashing prince or horny toad
Who really ever knows?
I should know.


I'm runnin', runnin', runnin'
Shakin' like a schizo...
'Lectric sheep All over my feet
They Dancin' in the window
My heart beats. It beats for you and only you
And it's kickin' like a kick, kick drum
Am I a freak?
Or just another little weirdo?
Call me weak, or better yet you can call me
You can call me your hero, baby

You didn't gun down all my good times, I know right from wrong...
Kissin', lovin', feelin' good and not just feelin' down...
Hide your chainsaw deep in kisses, that don't make it quiet...
You got me runnin', mutterin', screamin' each and every night...

Faster and faster I should run...
Faster and faster from your arms...