النفسي

—Скотт?

—Стайлс…

—Ключ?

—Да! У меня был сделан один дубликат…

—Это не удивляет меня… Пугает меня, но не удивляет.

Эй, Китнисс. Стреляй в яблочко.

Your hand fits in mine

Like it’s made just for me

But bear this in mind

It was meant to be

And I’m joining up the dots

With the freckles on your cheeks

And it all makes

Sense to me…

You’ll never love yourself
Half as much as I love you
You’ll never treat yourself
Right Darlin’
But I want you to
If I let you know
I’m here for you
Maybe you love yourself
Like I
Love you
Oh…

I’ve just let the little things
Slip out of my mouth
Cause it’s you
(oh, it’s you)
it’s you
They add up to
And I’m love with you…

And all these little things
I won’t let these little things
Slip out of my mouth
But if it’s true
it’s you
it’s you
They add up to
I’m in love with you
And all these little things…