sometimes, when i'm tired or messed up, i start to think on English language
kind of stupid, you'll say
but this is a thing that i can't even understand why it's happening
maybe it's 'cause i love this language so much, or it's just that i'm felling free to speak my mind, using it
to speak my heart, actually. 'cause it's like half of a year passed, and i still can't get over you
this is weird, but this is true. hard to believe, but it is.
who'd thought, that i can fall in love with somebody for so long
i wish you were here. i wish i could open my soul to you
but you are not here.
and i bet you don't need this. you don't even think of me. like, really, why would you?
you know, it's OK, i got it.
all i wanted to say is that i'm pretty messed ut right now
and i love you so damn much
I know I'm not perfect,
but at the end of the day,
who is?