Ты are a beautiful creature with a fragile heart.
I wonder whatever happens to your smile behind closed doors?
Out of sight, out of mind, Ты are the wind.
You are slipping through my hands.
Your brain is a slow moving train.
At the end of your rope,you taste the rain.
You are in such a haste to waste away.
Sad, Ты have Остаться в живых all hope and want to escape really bad.
Time reveals your true colors.
Whichever part of Ты will win this twisted game? Ты sway back and forth like a willow tree.
You breathe and everybody knows your name. Fame is not enough to keep Ты alive.
Why can't everything stay...
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