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- Над треком работали
- SBA prod.
- Автор музыки
- Мария Беседина
- Автор текста
- Мария Беседина
- Исполнитель
- Cholr
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- Catharsis
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- Текст
- I hide my face in the palms of my hands,
I don't want anyone to see it bleeding.
But as I look at my reflection in the broken glass
I see the eyes that say "Please, stop. I promise, it's worth living."
Broken pieces on the bathroom floor,
You don't know the things I do.
Broken pieces on the bathroom floor,
You don't know the things I do.
Inside my heart there's a crack and a hole,
You don't see the things I see.
I stand by the window, wind blows in my hair.
I look outside: the strangers walking,
Staring at nobody like nobody cares.
Too dark. My eyes are closed. And I'm falling
Into the dream I made up for myself.
Broken pieces on the bathroom floor,
You don't know the things I do.
Close your eyes and I will show
You the dream that just might be
The perfect one. Sleep.