I cannot tell you you're falling apart
open your eyes if you wanna survive
I want to tell you your love is a lie
but I won't tell you, I won't tell you
I can't leave this, I am fine inside it
I don't feel bliss and I just keep hiding
I've been burnt so bad but I still play with fire
sometimes naked truth is what I don't believe in
I cannot tell you you're falling apart
open your eyes if you wanna survive
I want to tell you your love is a lie
but I won't tell you, I won't tell you
I cannot get so deep into this now
I can't admit that I know what I know and
I want to tell you your love is a lie
I won't tell you I won't tell you
It's hard to hear through the static again
it's never clear untill the rush of pain
I'll never tell you I'm living a lie
in this confusion I feel alive
I've been burnt so bad but I still play with fire
sometimes naked truth is what I can't believe in
don't ever tell me I'm falling apart
don't ever tell me I will not survive
don't ever tell me this love is a lie
cause I'm the lie, I'm the liar
Jei mano protevis pries 770 metu buvo koks jotvingis, jis prie Mindaugo valdymo turbut mego muzika prie lauzo ir buvo snekorius, pasakorius, fantaziorius
Ne dėl temperatūros, o dėl to, kad lyja kas 5 minutes. Negali iškelti kojos iš namų. Čia kaip toj humoristinėj situacijoj, kai iškeli koją - lyja, grįžti atgal - nustoja lyti.
O jeigu oro temperaturai faka rodyt, nu nezinau tada temperaturos idealios. Visi pagal save megsta, ziauriai dideles, ziauriai mazas megsta tik ekstremalai
2011 m. vasario 13 d. 20:49:53