Ovih dana hit u mom malom svetu.

 

Tess Parks - Pomegranate 

 

 

 

novi cure odlican

 

 

You stop me at the door

You make your hand a gun

You lie to everyone

 

Now you hold your secrets, your bitter poetry

Your encyclopaedic knowledge of everything that’s wrong with me

And God, you’re so passive, is it in your blood?

You won’t fight for a single thing you love

 

But I won’t ever let you find me

I will salt the earth behind me

I will eat up every part of your rotten little heart

It’s your fault that I’m alive

And it’s your fault I want to die

But I will learn to love this world

I won’t be November’s girl

Hold your hands out like a prayer

Tell me, what part of this is fair?

 

I’ve got nothing left for you

I am sinking into blue

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