Did you ever know how it hurts - for the dear man to be an empty space? Do you realize how difficult it is - without you? Understanding is too difficult for you, huh? Just say, just do not shut up ...
Do you know how many tears I shed because of you? Do you know how many have not spoken the words stuck in my throat lump, which is not allowed to breathe, see, hear, live, like a knife, cut me up inside, and like a wild beast, that with a growl of the owner, tearing my heart apart? Do you realize how important to me, your occasional "I love you"? you all do not care. I'm just not important. You never thought about anyone but themselves. Only you, only YOU. And I, the addition to the free set of self-esteem and narcissism, a pear for a fun excercise strokes, just your misfortune, or joy, able to speak and feel. No one. And call me in any way. You do not care if tomorrow I'm gone, do not care if I may be bad - you as well. And I can not do. No longer can.
You know what I hate? No, I do not know. And I'll tell you a secret - you do. Every movement, communication, call, in a word, sound. The fact that all appeared in my life. And I can beshu. Because, no matter how wanted, already I could not refuse. You - like the drug - once you try - do not refuse. It infuriates you, you despise it, like everything connected with it. And I can not get enough of you, every time I need a "high dose". I always want more. Your personal addict. The mistress of the night, which was not destined to overwhelm your heart and be a part of only some of your plan, undercover protection. Acid through the veins, straight to the blurred "love" consciousness, live in the four hundred volts - tenderness. White powder of reality that will hit the nervous system, no worse than a jackhammer - rudeness.
A new day brings only empty hopes, and pain. Not new, but so unusual.
I specially painted for you in the sky bloody red. Weave your portrait of my tattered nerves, shed tears of blood, and special decor is my heart, pinned him to the big safety pin.
YOU paint the sky blue, erasing a reminder of me, as if nothing had happened. And could it be? Latitude of your limited outlook mirrors your own reality, not going beyond the room. Imagines himself omnipotent, you are subconsciously aspire to universal acclaim. And you know what, darling? I want to paint my portrait hanging over your monitor, silently recalling that when I was, so that so faithfully loved, accepted all offended, but immediately forgave. Mute reproach of human emotions.
Foam crumb osypletsya new day, but you and will be lost among uymy wires, naively thinking that you have something to decide.
And I was walking slowly, and looking into the crystal clear sky, with a few fluffy clouds, I will love you. In another way. You have my personal puppeteer, and I am your obedient puppet, ragged at the time the line of obedience, wanting to spend too man, but a free and independent. How do they. But not like you.
And everything will return to normal. After all, we just do not hold out - I need my guide, you - obedient puppet.
But one day, the sky and shines on you.
I believe in it ...