And when it rains you always find an escape.
Just running away from all of the ones who love you.
From everything, you made yourself a bed at the bottom of the blackest hole.
And you'll sleep till May
You'll say that you don't want to see the sun anymore.Мне приходит в голову осенний Нью-Йорк, когда я это слушаю. И GG.
