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No One's Friend
she's no one's friend
she's no one's friend
at mornings she wants to be dead
so lonely
so desperately lonely and sad
she just wants it all end
she's no one's friend
she's no one's friend
all days and nights run gray and blend
so empty
so hopelessly empty and drab
she waits for them all to end
no one's friend
books on the shelves
dreams melt away in her head
nothing ever will help
nothing ever helps
she's no one's friend
she's no one's friend
there are always things you don't get
but you want them
you want them so badly and wait
for years and years on end
no one's friend
books on the shelves
dreams melt away in her head
nothing ever will help
nothing ever helps
Max Kuvaev
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Old Photos Die
old photos die
still faces cry
old photos die
time stealing by
the way it used to be
and how i used to feel
all thrown away
and dying today
dying today
old photos die
i close my eyes
old photos die
one always dies
i feel the end is coming in
and the air is so thin
they have nothing left to say
old photos flying away
dying today
Max Kuvaev
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One Lies
wait until she grows older
then lie
wait until she thinks she's got you
then lie
wait until she sets objectives high
wait until she thinks you never lie
wait for the perfect time
and lie
wait until she thinks you're safe
then lie
wait until she looks away
then lie
wait until she grabs the reins tight
wait until she thinks she's right
wait for the perfect time
and lie
the time will come
you'll let them out
lies burning at the tip of your tongue
the time will come
you'll let them out
but only at the proper time
wait until her mouth is full
then lie
wait until she mothers you
then lie
wait until you are in love
wait until she breaks your heart
wait for the perfect time
and lie
Max Kuvaev
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Proxima
i take a handful of your light
sliding down on me
from where you sleep
amongst the silence
and the night will never end
i take a handful of your life
and breathe it in again
comets like moth brushing past your face
are mistaking fire for flowers
and burn without a trace
i take a handful of your glare
crushing down on me
from out of your dream
when you never know me and you never care
that deity can hurt her man
i give you heartful of my love
i give you everything i can
comets like moth brushing past your face
are mistaking love for flowers
and burn without a trace
Max Kuvaev
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