I have my way to be unkind
It seems to be conscious even when it’s not
With all these rumours, I don’t know
If I should care or just to write them off
I have some questions or maybe they’re doubts
Can’t find the words to explain this
It’s a fucking waste to stay in bed
Drag myself up and get out of my head
Life in the past, a life without thrills
Doesn’t belong to me anymore, I’ll run miles and miles away
Running out of time I am not afraid, afraid of getting high
You are not the same as you used to be
You had a sense of humour and such good tastе
The first time I saw you, I thought you would give mе headaches
I’m not at fault, now that you’ve proved me right
Life in the past, a life without thrills
Doesn’t belong to me anymore, I’ll run miles and miles away
Running out of time I am not afraid, afraid of getting high
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