Bolnavi Amandoi
Irina Rimes
Both Sick
You’re a troublemaker, I’m the good one
The world doesn’t know us
The world doesn’t remember us
The world forgets about us
We’re both sick
Lost, dusty
We’re losing our minds
One on the other
Who makes the first move
The act itself
Is just another form of love
Your love is toxic
But somehow it still holds
It still keeps me
You at home with us
Me here among the pages
I’m writing verses about us
Both sick
We don’t tell anyone
What hurts us
You at home with us
Me here among the pages
I’m writing verses about us
Both sick
We don’t tell anyone
What hurts us
What hurts us
What hurts us
Both sick
We don’t tell anyone
No, no
You’re a troublemaker, I’m the good one
The world doesn’t know us
The world doesn’t remember us
The world forgets about us
We’re both sick
We’re in another world
No one tells us
No one dictates to us
What life... I love this life!
Your love is toxic
But somehow it keeps me
It still holds me
You at home with us
Me here among the pages
I’m writing verses about us
Both sick
We don’t tell anyone
What hurts us
You at home with us
Me here among the pages
I’m writing verses about us
Both sick
We don’t tell anyone
What hurts us
