What should I do for today?
I’m going to try forever.
How do you feel, what should I say?
‘Cos I feel worse than ever.
I want you to throw away
All the shame, fear and clothes.
I ask, can you be with me, can play.
‘Cos torn apart we’re both losers.
Please, give me more than this night,
But give less than immortality.
How do I look at your sight?
‘Cos you look like my lovely fatality.
Baby, we’re born to be light,
To be lightning, explosion, be fiction.
Ride or die, now or never again, we will fight.
‘Cos that’s our fate and prediction.
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© Copyright: Гордерик Галишников, 2019
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