Black лебедь

What’s a matter with going places? Take that gross look off your faces Empty loving makes me seasick What you’re here for, I don’t need it I’ll say nothing on your microphone Till you swear to take me home There’s a one foot boy eleven stone He’s sitting on my shoulder I’m too scared to look away, He comes here almost everyday And everyday I push him off and tell him boy we’re over MY OH MY I think my mind is gone I’m left here wondering Was I crazy all along? What do I do? Nothing left b