Paranoia
I'm not dripped potions, do not read the spell
Does not live under my bed performer desires.
I am a weak woman - can not cast spells,
It is not what you thought, or a witch or fairy.
I can not leave you alone,
And I can not ever stop dreaming.
Not specifically, I became your paranoia
I do not know how this could happen.
Fear not, dear, it's just a feeling
Not controllable force of delight and sadness,
And the sweet sensation of intolerable
So always happens to those who love much.
Do not beg me to do everything as it was,
It's not me in your heart pin plunged,
I do not understand why again do hurt
My tendeess and cruelty completely uncontrolled.
Does not explain why the obsession and tears,
That is why you are sick it is me.
There are no answers to these questions,
Not specifically, I became your paranoia.
Fear not, dear, it's just a feeling
Not controllable force of delight and sadness,
And the sweet sensation of intolerable
So always happens to those who love much.
I do not own your soul, do not possess a body,
Nothing worked with you, you did everything himself.
Like a drug I accept with torture and happiness
So always proihodit with people blinded by passion.
I'm so Slabnov, so helpless, so vulnerable,
I get down, if not for what will be grasped.
Chaos in my head, and his eyes were sweating,
This seems ridiculous - from me to defend.
I do not know any psychotropic secrets
Nor sophisticated traps, either combat tactics.
It's just love, do not blame me in this,
Not specifically, I became your paranoia.
Fear not, dear, it's just a feeling
Not controllable force of delight and sadness,
And the sweet sensation of intolerable
So always happens to those who love much.
I do not own your soul, do not possess a body,
Nothing worked with you - you yourself have done everything.
Like a drug I accept with torture and happiness
As always happens with people blinded by passion.
