гостевая yeah, I ran away countless times just out of fear, leaving you waiting at the starting line. the morse code amidst the ruins an old promise, promise, not knowing the reason of my tears, my anemoia

акции bruise on my chest, I feel the blues, I know the different truth. yeah, make 'em wanna dance, yet I move on, just forget. feel like, feel like another sad song

анкеты oh, I feel like there's something coming over me. your lips on my lips make me lose my, baby, keep them there 'til there's no air in my chest. I lose my breath

реклама I feel it, my head's in a daze, I'm addicted, I replay, play. the way you want it go as far as you can to reach it. trapped in the carnival, wow

партнерство excitement's a bonus, ah, what a feeling so what if they mock me, say my changed pupils are weird? what a shame if this all turns out to be a dream