…and then a man trespasses like a thief
to steal your soul, your heart and your belief
he makes you see how signs turn into threats
he gives you fake embrace and real regrets
oh no
forgive me for the truth I said that day
I wanted both of us to know the way
he knew his way
he left the bed and left my life
oh what a shitty way that was to say goodbye
he let me stay, he let me be, he let me cry
and so I stayed and was and cried until I died
the fire died
the lust still undefined
I cared too much
I sacrificed my pride
I lost control
I lost my sacred right
to be myself
give up this useless fight
…and then a man appears, if only just a friend
he wants you here, he cares, he gives a hand
and so it is
no fight, no fear, no stress
and you let go
with every fucking breath
3–4 июня
with every f n breath
© Copyright: Лиза Сотникова, 2024
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