truth. beauty. freedom. love
вот я боюсь, чтобы с ним не было так.
хотя я скорее всего все же попробую.
наверное. если.

and when we talk
barely talk
and when you cry
it's just some weird drops
and when you sleep
i barely sleep
when you hold me
it's just some weird grip
cause we are just
unfortunate friends
holding that love
cause we don't know it's name
though it will grow
it's like this cut
on my eyebrow