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Broken Pieces
2:38 5 0 7 месяцев
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Над треком работали
SBA prod.
Автор музыки
Мария Беседина
Автор текста
Мария Беседина
Исполнитель
Cholr
Альбом
Catharsis
Студия
SBA records
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.