Stuff

Don't look in my eyes,
You will not see the longing,
Something strange, something boundless..
Lies between us, look directly at this

Do not flatter yourself, truth is here...
You're not just a friend, not a brother, especially
Not my father, not fellow, just a deceiver
This strange sense in my chest, do not want to believe you

I don't care your actions
Don't worry your words,
You're hardly Sid Wishes, and I am not Nancy Spange
You’re able to understand by yourself the whole balance

Happen so, I come to you in this difficult hour,
You would gave me the winds , any regret without
You're one of the few of those who shouted:
"I will not betray I will not go away!"

The bottom line is not in sellout,
It is lack of a pinch of feelings, any without
I'll say that I don't care,
Turn away and go nowhere...
 
No matter that Doc. Freud was telling,
No matter horoscope’s projection,
Not noticing signs of kismet,
Without care all prophetic dreams of mine

The limit of hope is died
I will say that not together we are
And finish all this nonsense,
You'll see, will know, will feel - I'm not yours any longer …

And faced with me in front of a stranger's doors,
Scream one more "oh it is fate"
I will smile afresh , saying like believed,
But will go ahead from sin...
 
Running, laughing and cry, hollering " not mine!"
I wanted love, but you ruined this stuff...