тож из стареньких.
And every time when I was kind
I knew the thing – I should repent.
I do not want to be polite
I burn the bridges to the send
Is it the war? Oh, yes! That’s cool!
I’m great at shooting, didn’t you know?
My friends ask why do I tomfool
They think I just enjoy the show.
I wanted you be good – you weren’t.
I wished you love me – you did not.
So, our last bridge was as well burnt.
The way from “love” to “hate” is short.
You are my enemy. Then, fire!
You know well my points of pain.
I’m sure I’ll win – the main desire
Of me is taking out your brain.