Lyrics Nibraska ft. Tasya Guseva - любовь на веки вечные

Antidepressants. The refrigerator is closed. Well, imagine yourself - as if on a guillotine she laid her head, sitting in hunger In pursuit of a dream, but this dream is false, To be a standard, such as from the cover of Vogye. The plumb line is excitement. It covers his eyes, again drunk Prozac, in part, it's an eraser erasing her way back to female happiness. And my mother also begs to start eating her, but it's too late, because she already ate anorexia. Of bones, a mess, alive, but there is no it here, because the monster in the mirror tells: - "Kill yourself." Do not drive the depression course of pills. The desire to survive? Yes there simply is not it. They dream of her - Digit 30 ... Libra ... But it will be a miracle if she survives until spring. Chorus: Bones are beautiful, a couple more pounds, And, as I dreamed, I will become an ideal ... But my mother was tired, and no strength left To take the victory over anorexia. Previously it was quite different: Everyone at school with an example, With a dense scythe - is beautiful, like Venus. But the nervous anorexia of the eye hung And parents, lamenting, saw how their daughter melted, Drowning in the swamp from the rules of nutrition, dreaming of finding a thin waist. To expel the idea is useless. It is so light that now it dances over the abyss. People in dressing gowns. Ward. Hospital. The resident. The extreme measure, so it is necessary to forget the death dances, until they ruined, but the rehabilitation will turn into bulimia. And my hands were cold. Dreams, like in "Silent Hill" became dust, Fight lost. Stumbled and disappeared in the abyss, becoming one more cross in the cemetery of this disease.