Текст песни Alysia Lis - Выпаду

I'm just tired of limply looking for an answer
And again they will pretend that they did not work before.
I no longer know what is right and what is wrong.
What happened and what never happened to us.

I do not know. I do not remember. I can't see her eyes in my reflection. Your books on the shelf
her. On her little shelf.

There are so many answers that no one here told me, breaking them into fragments, and then implanting these fragments into the soul.

I no longer eat exposed wires
I don't wrap them on forks like noodles.
I began to appreciate my past cities.
And even, at times, I regret leaving.

I don't wait anymore for you to come to me
And you say, they say, Fox,
I'm so lost in your spring
That I almost fell down.
I was so scared to fall in my sleep
That I almost broke the cornice.
I've seen them burn brightly in the fire
Fifty of the same Fox.

I'm so fucked up, your mother,
Consider the worlds you created.
No music or bed saves me
Not a couple of hours of play.

When you come and say you're empty.
Or maybe not you. Not for me. Or another you.
When you list me a list of forgotten things
Pointing to dreams

Which are in small print below, under the footnote.
Marked with burns to the wrist.
I silently walk through my sketches, discreet,
A little tough
To a strange feeling - happiness.

Then you will tell me something. Or not you.
Or you will not say, but you will remain silent imposingly.
Take it as a fact - I am a projection of emptiness.
I'd like to check out. But it doesn't matter anymore.

I don't want to know how the conversation will end
Empty words flawlessly bring down arrogance
With a haughty "half-me" (exhalation) "half-me".
Please, can I fall out into the hallway?
You can leave, just leave me, nevertheless, here.
Otherwise
This reality
Inside me
Will rot.

Melody: Pol Solonar - Melancholy