"If you are already fine I am the first in line"
all of those meaningless words are coming back in time
and then I go outside first winter's day in this year
I feel the last cigarette from the previous I swear
I see the flowers which died on that road the traces
after the rides and all of our midnight dances
and goosebumps on my skin my lovely dress was so short
but I still have it and I'm suppose to move forward?
the flashbacks intensive vision of the balcony
where Romeo and Juliet did some things unholy
and after that the purest love the first and the last
which doesn't allow to come back that girl from the past
I miss it I really miss that vibe and belonging
into someone's arms chilling the world moved on leaving
fakness abusing but valuable memory
to don't start new one and to don't close the old story
