...Romantika...?

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Matai, kaip dega žvakė tamsoje? Kaip jos liepsną blaško vėjelis? Romantika? Ne, tiesiog žvakė dega: prislėgta ir nusiminus...
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Matai, koks žvaigždėtas dangus? Romantika? Ne, tiesiog daug žiburėlių tamsoje. Vienišų, nerandančių ramybės, nuvargusių...


+Confessions you shouldn’t listen to+

I guess you won’t read my lyrics
And I’m sure you won’t feel my soul
I don’t care what’s the opinion of critics
My own thoughts put on fire snow

Am I surprised you don’t hear me once more?
I’m getting used to talking alone
Still don’t wanna believe that it’s over
And I’m sorry I was feeling low

It’s so strange we could change so fast
I’ve never expected to become a scorn
You were building feelings like sand castle
We should have cared about a storm…

But you know I will never cry
Though it could hurt you like cold steel
I could look you straight into the eye
Well you’ve never thought how I feel

Now I won’t beg you for your mercy
And let’s not choose who is to blame
My mind’s confused and going crazy
But I believe I’ll cope with pain

That’s true, you shouldn’t pay attention
That’s just another fairytale
Thank you for being with me patient
This time it doesn’t snow again… :*