(По мотивам игры "Life is strange")
In a cold september
I wonder find a new way
To return peace and to stay
Here but to remember
All universes
I'd done,
All those curses
Which stun
By their foregone scripts.
ref.
Who's to blame?
Truth must gonna seep
From who I am,
An angel or a creep...
So faint and tender
That right to fall in groove.
But I will prove
And I won't pretender
To be somebody
Sublime.
I can't own gaudy
Pastime,
I can't spent forces in vain.
ref.
Who's to blame?
Truth is seen from deep
of who I am,
I can not even weep.
Could I tumble
to real world crumble?
I have to return
All I done!
Will I sorry?
Will I worry
Leaving newborn
Turn has begun?
ref.
Who's to blame?
Truth must gonna seep
From who I am,
An angel or a creep...
Turn
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