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Music, Vocal - Triz Darmon
Text - Soulstripper
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NOT MY GUY
When I showed them my fairytale they said it wasn't real
When I showed them my cuts and scars they said they'd never heal
They watched me grow my wings but didn't think that I could fly
They really tried to make it clear that you were not my guy
I'd sew their wounds and lick their stitches every single day
I'd help them get up off the ground despite my own decay
I was their shining martyr star, I was their scapegoat girl
I made my fucking plans with them to change the fucking world
Their pretty moth upon the wall, they loved the pin within
They stared and cheered, but set me free, you see, it was a sin
They liked me dead, that's how they'd get to wish upon their star
And didn't let my wings forget that I would not go far
To them I was the one who's always feeling something worse
The one to grant a blessing and experience a curse
They want Coma as this forever wretched little girl
But one day she'd build heaven on the ruins of their world
So hey, there was a day I tried to breathe just for a change
Me - superspeed, me - anti-need, me - tragically strange
Me - hiding in a nightmare from a long lost broken dream
Me - certain devil and a child who has no self esteem
I love them, I believed in them, I'd trust them with my life
There were the kids who killed their parents, I was just their knife
I was their engine and their fuel; I embraced their screams
I took their nightmares for my own - they didn't give me dreams
They said they wanted happiness but didn't have a chance
They wished luck when the clock struck twelve but didn't let me dance
They loved the worm, but didn't like his wings, oh no, my brother
Just like the rest, they knew too well the whole damn world would shudder
When I showed them my fairytale they said it wasn't real
When I showed them my cuts and scars they said they'd never heal
They watched me grow my wings but didn't think that I could fly
They really tried to make it clear that you were not my guy
I didn't spend my life in hell to drop my piece of heaven
I didn't kill the one who taught me how to count to seven
And when my fairytale comes true, I'll let them wonder why
I owe it all to someone who was simply not my guy