You stole my heart
as well as robbers steal works of art
and now everything around me falls apart.
I'm a victim of your crime,
so get on by, cross the line,
make me feelin’ rough the time,
take my soul away from me,
faster than my eyes could see.
I guess i'll never be the same.
You are the one who is to blame.
You putting your lips to my ear
and then whisper: «sorry, not sorry, dear.
Help is nowhere near anyway.
You are here to stay».
7.08.2015
P.S. Пишу на английском первый раз, посему наверняка допустила какие-то грамматические и пунктуационные ошибки. Если заметите их, пожалуйста, дайте знать.