my far

We talked about making it,
I’m sorry that you never made it.
And it pains me just to hear,
You have to say it.
You knew the game and played it,
It kills to know,
That you have been defeated.

I see the wires pulling,
While you’re breathing.
You knew you had a reason,
It killed you like diseases,
And I can hear it in your voice.
While your speaking,
You can’t be treated.
Mr. know it all,
Had his reign and his fall.
At least that is,
What his brain is telling all.

The Neighbourhood – Wires

Здорово!

Спасибо, Борис!))

романтичненько

Отличный кадр! Хорошая задумка.

а в чем романтика? подскажите...лежать не на траве, а на асфальте...это романтично?

Наталия, это как минимум креативно ;)

Евгений, спасибо)

Александр, спасибо))

Наверно сдали сессию...