The one, who lives inside my head

Михаил Метляев
It gets into me grief of sad.
These eyes right opposite to me...
I hear it clear, can it be.
The one, who lives inside my head.

He say:
Listen,
Here goes,
Kiss her.
If lost it,
Miss it...
Don't
Piss!
Just
Kiss her.

Time goes, so I can not decide.
And i compare pros and cons.
I dont beleive in second sight,
I trust in knowledge and a might.

I know,
lesssons
Aint advise
Messing,
Criticize,
Taste it.
Just throw,
Waste it.
Get lost,
Blessed.

Time went, so I did not decide.
One fight another in mind.
I see she smiles, away she walks.
I take offense at all it was.

I did not expect,
That ends so bad.
Since then, we realy do not talk
Whith one, who lives inside my head.


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