пятнадцатый. taking the risk.
i feel the death is near me.
it's underneath my skin,
an awful thrilling feeling
of an approaching grave.
i can't sleep in that way
when dreams are 'bout you.
i wish that guy stopped breathing,
though there's no reason to.
i know, he must feel guilty,
but he sees it different way.
i want him to be patient,
i want you to be away.
just stay away from danger,
even when reason's - me.
just be a bit more careful,
there's danger you can't see.
i know that i'm too risky,
i know you can't sleep well.
i'm sorry for unpatience,
but i want you to be safe.
maybe he don't worth it -
my anger and your fear.
but i wish he said "sorry",
said it to you and me.
your innocence is certain,
i know it just too well.
he can't be that inhuman
to hit that hard and leave.
i know about your promise,
and now i'm taking risk.
but maybe it is worthy,
and maybe he will leave?
