Не смогу написать это на русском. Цитата из моей кровавой тетрадочки. Тот, кто знает о ком она, узнает в ней себя. Да да она о тебе...
I believed we’re best friends forever…I wonna believe in it now/ But it’s impossible…’cause once upon a time she said… not fur mich…for other people…That we’re too tiered of each other & she’s bored of me…She said it. I know…it now…Is she too weak to say it in face? Or she can’t understand that her silent hurts me?...much more… Or she wants to hurt me?!
On the concert… After it… We were nearly the best friends… again… But it wasn’t for a long…
Is it too late? Nothing to savage?.......