that was day i promised, never sing of love, if it does not exist. (Paramore - the Only Exception)
What am i going to do? I've got thousands words to say, but in fact, you do not have even a minute to hear it. I hate it. I hate this. Many things stuck in your mind, and the hell, i do not even know what it is. What am i suppose to do? Just sitting here, smoking around, singing along? Come on. Let's face the reality together. You (in fact) never put me inside your mind. Having fun with your mind, huh? Enjoy. Because i'm not going to wait any longer.
Am i ever crossed your mind? Dear, please. Let me understand, make me understang. That it is just not about that stupid fucking thing. It's about us now, us!
Am i a fool? That you cannot talk to? Pity me, then.
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