FIREWORKS
New year eve is here. I feel like a trash.
New hopes, new visions all burn to ash.
I don’t belive. I cannot sleep.
Old memories are stalking me.
Chorus:
Fireworks around my head.
I should be luckiest guy in this flat.
Colours blurred at sofa bed.
Before I sober, I’ll rather be dead.
One week ago, we had lovely christmas time.
First dates, first kisses. Love isn't crime.
We catched snow flakes. We walked by lakes.
It seemed like the world was mine.
Chorus:
Fireworks around my head.
I should be luckiest guy in this flat.
Colours blurred at sofa bed.
Before I sober, I’ll rather be dead.
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