Trope

Verse 1

There is no time to praise the weakness
And no desire to show forgiveness
In search for rhymes for "to run" and "gone"
There won't be "two", it will be "one"

Too tired to hear time and time again
That somewhere on Venus you can't take away your pain
I'm here on Earth - too robust and afraid of flights
Tryin' to remain sober and sane and free tonight

Chorus

Forgive me but I've just fed your photographs to flames
Had no regrets, there was no me there anymore
The sky will not reply and trains won't carry me to you again
And some delays have turned to cancels like before

And if you want, you can go on and visit our secret park,
But, please, don't ever say my name
Let me be free from your delays and from black holes in outer space
I will be just a trope in all of your games

Verse 2

Your face turned pale, oh why, please, tell me,
Are you that sad at your birthday party?
They want your joy, you're not alone
Come, please them all or ask your clone

Too tired to hear time and time again
That somewhere on Venus you can't take away your pain
I'm here on Earth - too robust and afraid of flights
Tryin' to remain sober and sane and free tonight