You promised that you
Will be here till the end.
It has gone too far,
To just lie and pretend.
I want to believe you,
But it's hard for me,
So I think about you
And what you want to be.
I don't want to smoke
In three fucking am,
Knowing I'm broke,
And you maybe pretend
Don't love me, talk behind my back,
I better fall and break my neck,
Cause my heart is already broken.
I'm on my balcony moving and stopping.
I often think about my end,
How will it happen, where I'm gonna be?
In some way it's important to me,
And I will no longer pretend
That it's not,
That it doesn't make me cry,
I look behind, at what I've got,
I often suffer, people lie.
I can't believe them anymore,
I'm living it, and they're just bored.
They played me, laughed and forgot,
I think about what I've got...
Muse M.
31.01.2026
I think about what I ve got
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