rozpadam się
na szare strony, szare dni
nie ma bólu
który by wyciszył myśli
a nie mogę --
więc robię wszystko
więc mam tyle
by się zająć
od byle iskry
if no one cares
no one to judge
no one to hurt
no one to care about
I put their bodies on mine
like an armour
because
the worst
is most possible way
it feels like I almost hate you
Everyday I get less
last calls turned to be least
how do I tell that the wine
went bad
how do I tell that you --
should I just change or
try to light you up
with tank of gasoline
darling
every woman is a whore
in the eyes of a man
which couldn't take her