I paint things I want to see
I always wait for disaster
Have no strength to scream
Waiting someone to follow
Have nothing real
I want to live the way no one makes me feel
All look so familiar
24/7 I’m falling apart. How soon before the last piece
Old drug queen in this bones. 35 in 22
No hope, no harm, no alarm
Don’t put your hands in your best friend’s pens
It’s you with a problem, not fucking me.
Try not to die. What’s going wrong inside?
If you are not the one, I don’t know who is
How to find this small piece of light to give you warm and peace
Small simple joy doesn’t make sense…doesn’t help anymore
Same old shit
Same old shit
© Copyright: Тристан Фесс, 2008
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