i don't know why the gloomy weather outside makes me smile

and yesterday is still so much closer than tomorrow

but for a fraction of time, dreams don't matter so much, so neither does the past sorrow

строки - сплошь бред, куплет - постыда
и лишь одна тому причина - звон не перебивает мысль

но что-то, ещё тише,
почти неслышно издаёт
из сердца жалобные звуки
— "хочу увидеть тебя вновь"

no one i know makes me forget
no one i meet makes me forget
i do not belong in this world,
and when you are gone, i have no one to tell.

i started hating everyone, and people became indifferent in return, because really, why wouldn't they? i spent so much time trying to figure out what's exactly that is wrong with me, but now that i'm sick of it, i am sick indeed.

friendship used to be easy, (it never was) the illusion was there though, because people attached themselves to me like flies at the opportunity to be understood. now i can't even provide that understanding because for some reason i just don't "get it" anymore.

there is never a place for someone like me, at least not "me". it's always i don't get it, i don't get it, i don't get it, i creep them out, i'm charming, but "weird", and it's starting to seep into everything; how i view myself, how i interact with people.

i lost everyone i care about, meaning, there are people around me, but i lost any interest in them, as i feel like nothing is even tangential to me. it's always things that i don't understand, humor that i don't understand, love that i don't understand.

he fills the air, he loudly breathes
his breath uneven
and your mind ticks

you wait for something to happen.

got three bottles of wine
three empty packs of cigarettes
and i don't know how many promises
so kiss me now or it's too late
i've got the world all over me

the hottest man alive, that's me
i'm so on fire i got blisters on my face
two empty packs of cigarettes.
so anyway, my resume
a fancy car, a house, a name...
i've got big dreams, the once you've seen
on that tv show that you liked