Текст песни
I hear your voice in my fucking room
My head is full of this gloom
There are clouds in my room
Every day I think - I'm a fool
I'm calling your phone number 1
I don't feel this fucking fun
But I remember your pleasant smell
And now I can't tell
I cry looking at your fucking picture
And I don't know what will happen in the future
And I want to become a creature
I already feel a mature
I feel mature
Your voice is in my head
I'm thinking about death
I'm taking one last breath
I don't give a fuck about health
Your voice is in my head
I'm thinking about death
I'm taking one last breath
I don't give a fuck about health
I'm calling your phone number 1
I don't feel this fucking fun
But I remember your pleasant smell
And now I can't tell
I cry looking at your fucking picture
And I don't know what will happen in the future
And I want to become a creature
I already feel a mature
I feel mature
