Evening streetlights,
Your tender hands.
Our stolen meetings,
My burning hot lips.
The formula's broken, it makes no more sense,
Society chews us behind a spiked fence!
But we are together, that's what holds the line,
Our sadness and love, forever to intertwine!
Music at dinner,
A drunken morning light.
I won't let you go...
But tomorrow says goodbye.
The formula's broken, it makes no more sense,
Society chews us behind a spiked fence!
But we are together, that's what holds the line,
Our sadness and love, forever to intertwine!
The thoughts and the blaming,
The road and the tears.
Am I needed or not?
It's feeding my fears.
The clubs and the "friends",
The fights, the regret —
It all fades to black...
There's nothing else left.
All of it's nothing,
None of it matters.
It flows in my veins now.
This love and desire.
The formula s broken
© Copyright: Кира Рыбакина, 2026
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