Текст песни Luckycat - Письмо к женщине

nobody knows, especially in the epistolary genre
but it is in these lines that all my lyrics are epic and drama

I am shallow in my soul there is no depth and all my demons are in texts
so I'll probably leave this letter without an addressee
no one cares at all this principle is the law of the twenty-first century
apparently I am like that too and you don't try to see a person in me
I am writing to you or is it better to you saying what more
this terrible captivity of conscience that does not allow sleep from the pain inflicted
i see no way out i'm not emotional where are you targets early
so many thoughts in the void, but they do not mold a price tag on me
everything is so scattered my thoughts are sick or stupidly crooked
or they simply do not obey the principles of logic at all
I tried to collect them but the meaning does not blow from them as from the faces of alcoholics
like being driven into a cage, I want to scream and get angry and angry, or how
the beast is unreasonable, or is it still the same as it was, but now it is maddened
from a new starting point, the road to a new life, but with a loss of mind
useless and frantic neither in the servants nor in the judges is essentially needed but
for sending scoundrels to the country in the morning, the minibus serves as a piece of equipment
I'm not wild but time is taking its toll on new passions without them everything would darken
be my friend to whom I will turn to tell you about the cylinder and the broken mirror

you only knew a couple of months, let me open up, put this puzzle
but you didn’t want to wait quite a bit; the reason was offended right away
do not call and do not write now for an answer I wait for a message for a week
you fucking wrote me down at all since no on the fact of communication
and while I write about you, you are dancing somewhere from a host of feelings
and you remember the fate that overtook the dancer once sung by the poet
but since your choice is made and made consciously, let it be covered with mystery
I will not look for a reason and a reason to look for subtle details
we will not meet again until you forgive and forgive only in the next life
when you become an animal on your own skin you will understand my nasty thoughts
until then you will not understand until then you wish me to honor you
and at night verse under the same style dissolve in my bitch creativity
if you hide the fuck I'll get to you I'm a tyrant of your feelings
and in this I am a pro and a hacker I will hack any system
admire your own hysteria you are a violent bitch I am the owner
we are a burning mixture and your behavior is nothing other than bitch revenge
I'll be honest to the end I never considered myself inadequate
but acquaintances all say that I am strange, they would play along with me
but no schizophrenic pseudo poet his dream is only smoke
but I have only one question and who do you think I am

ps thanks for the reason to express everything sincerely in paints
thanks for who I have become with your mistrust thoughts weasel
thanks for a lot of conflicts ignore and dance nights and banter
fun tormenting dreams depressed revelations better for everything