*потерев виски* нет, ну народ, напролом-то зачем переть, я тут филигранно стараюсь работать скальпелем, чтобы причинить наименьшие повреждения, а люди берут в руки для операции бензопилу... Кто-то сошёл с ума, надеюсь это не я.
Don't
Tell me what's in
Tell me how to write
Don't tell me how to win
This fight
Isn't your life
It
isn't your right
To take the only thing that's
Mine
читать дальшеI've been trying to justify you
In the end I will just defy you
Still
Running uphill
Swimming against the current
I wish I weren't so
Fucked
Feels like I'm stuck
Lost in a sea of mediocrity
"Slow down,
You're thinking too much
Where is your soul?"
You cannot touch
The way I
Play
Or tell me what to say
You're in the way
Of all that I believe in
To those who understand, I extend my hand
To the doubtful I demand, take me as I am
Not under your command, I know where I stand
I won't change to fit your plan,
Take me as I am
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