Autumn day,
falling leaves, like me.
Slips floor and they go away in the wind, with the wind.
Let's take time to spring to come in tomorrow.
Leave "room" for the bare branches.
I lived in the interrupted memories...
There is a time for everything, for everyone ...
interrupted at midnight with a breath, like a tourniquet on the heart.
You can not be free if it is trapped in the past, almost in a parallel world
my present is beautiful only when it becomes yesterday ...
I feel connected by an invisible thread that suffocates me: tight around my neck.
*and the future*
I'm not drunk, but I want to drink.
I would like to see the electric blue sea,
sometimes I feel almost sick.
I say farewell to the melancholy,
Goodbye to the memories and photographs.
but i know my present is beautiful only when it becomes yesterday ...
I'm a fucking lost girl melancholic...
