Настроение сейчас - Shy...))))

nobody knows, i don't want to grow up
cuts on my hand can taking me out
you might to stay or might to live me
you anyway can't make me beleave
my life always recall in my head
i can't forget, for me it's to bad



chorus:
all of you think that i'm just week
hey! f**k you gays, i don't want to speak
i can go through this trouble in my life
you think i'm surrender? you full, it's my knife



you always think that you hot
but baby, sorry, i must tell - you not
my pain with my, but you just pretender
you spreading rumors, i'm not surrender
my tears dry up, my cuts will be close
i become better, you always be worse



chorus:
all of you think that i'm just week
hey! f**k you gays, i don't want to speak
i can go through this trouble in my life
you think i'm surender? you full, it's my knife


это всего лишь моя третья песня, поэтому не судите слишком строго)))