Friend

Мёртвая Птица
The thoughts are coming to my head,

Remembering the books I read,

Just feeling feelings which I hate,

Writing the reasons why I'm late

I'm gonna do the simple things:

Turn off the phone away from this,

To go away, to walk alone,

Turn on again favourite song,

To cry and cry, remember friends,

Who are in memories again...

Don't wanna answer any call,

Just wanna go away from home.

I wanna live in New York City,

I wanna love the every minute

Don't wanna see people I know,

To see the darkness, where I'm thrown.

Then I will hear: "Noone is missing"

But I'm still in the New York City.

I have the reasons to stay there

I have to do things I'm afraid.

Answering her call in a year

I'm understanding, who is where...

Just looking for the trips to home...

But I still want to be alone...


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