Niekedy je túžba byť niekým iným väčšia ako sila byť sám sebou.

Koniec koncov, je to jednoduchšie.

Stačí tak malý záblesk boľavej minulosti, či možnej boľavej blízkej budúcnosti a má pocit, že sa všetko pomaly rúca.


Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it's an ache I still remember


Domček z karát je fuč.

Hrala sa a prehrala.

Chvíľky šťastia... uvedomuje si škaredo, že pominuli.


Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
Part of me believing it was always something that I'd done
But I don't wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know


„Ty sa nemusíš ani unúvať ich baliť. Oni proste prídu za tebou sami.“ povedal jej Filip.

Tak hlboko. Zaťal.

Ani nevedel, no zbadal bolesť v jej očiach.

Čo z toho? Not true.

Herečka.

Neustále.

Chce byť vôbec skutočná?


But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and I feel so rough
No, you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know

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vreskot000  11. 10. 2018 21:50
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