What if you stay alone,
When comes tomorrow or next month?
And all your thoughts are wrong,
Who cares that time is runs.
Nobody seeks your map
And any past has no taste,
It will make you a wrap
And turn you into waste.
Say me, how it feels,
Say me, how it works,
When you happy, alone and dismiss
From your favorite nonexistent calls.
You will be hard to admit
That you miss their smell.
You always lie and from mouth falls shit,
Instead of pleasant words,
Which you did not say.
Instead - rough soundtrack
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