"по стене ползет кирпич. а за ним ползет другой. ну и пусть себе ползут. нам не нужен пенопласт!" (с?)
There is no why
When there's no but
No use to cry
Over a clean cut

I believe it's true
Till I dream of you
Sure our story's through
And I think of you

There's no other way
When a heart goes mute
With no place to stay
We must follow suite

I believe it's sane
Till I feel I'm maimed
Sure my chair is lame
And I feel the same

When one grows up
There's no time to waste
You can just break up
To move on in haste

'Cause there is no why
And there's just one but
When you cut your heart
That is your fresh start

I believe I'm nuts
Till it hurts my guts
Sure it's no big deal
To forget how I feel

And there is no way
One can cast it out
And I have to stay
With myself around

@музыка: клавиатурная дисгармония

@настроение: петь

@темы: стихи-я