Blue sleeves

Blue sleeves, red nails,
I'm writing the exam,
Dreaming bout fairytales,
All of my triumphs and fails.

Blue sleeves, white sheet,
I'd really like to live,
But life treats me like shit,
Oh I'm still standing I believe.

Blue sleeves, and I feel blue
Like I always do, it's true.
Blue sleeves cover my frozen fingers,
I feel that I'm useless, this feeling lingers.

You were crying in the bathroom
And I couldn't help it.
When you came back to the classroom,
I pretended that it didn't happen.

Blue sleeves are shaking, so are my hands,
I feel that I'm useless, this feeling is so intens.
I've already felt fault for what have been between us
During the last years, I've seen us

As ships in the blue waves of the sea,
Cold and alone. My blue sleeves
Are shaking, it's easy to see
My panic. That look of your big eyes, it cleaves

Me to pieces, destroys all my thoughts,
Maybe it's what I deserve?
The torture of always being useless... Well,
Life like this is kind of hell.

My blue sleeves and hands are cold,
And I would like to hold
Your hand. But I'm feeling
Too much fault for being

So sensual, useless, delusional,
Since when our walks became usual
Again? It's a bit freezing and rainy, our city
Is usual like it is. What a pity,

I'm crying again then stay silent for an hour
Or more. Forgive me if it's in your power.
Blue sleeves are covered with the shadow,
I start to feel that I'm afraid of

Everything in the future of the world.
Is this poverty what we deserve?
You could never be pleased with me anyway,
I don't see a reason for you to stay.

But I want you to save me in this big cold city,
In a dark alley or in the pouring rain.
Our lives are like the world now really bitty,
But maybe we could break this lonely scary chain...

Муза З

26.03.2026