The Midnight, my midnight.
The Midnight, your midnight.
I prefer to be upset,
Than to live without you.
I can all for you forget,
But not that words that weren't true.
It was better than I thought,
When you say to me goodbye.
But your speech I didn't got,
'Cause it was a lie...
My midnight or your midnight,
Please anybody, help me decide!
That time when we were small
Was full of tears and laugh,
But we are not children at all
And that makes me cry.
Our plans for future life,
Of course you didn't forget.
I know you say me goodbye,
But I didn't do it yet.
The Midnight
© Copyright: Анна Петракова, 2022
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