пятнадцатый. taking the risk.

i feel the death is near me.

it's underneath my skin,

an awful thrilling feeling

of an approaching grave.

i can't sleep in that way

when dreams are 'bout you.

i wish that guy stopped breathing,

though there's no reason to.

i know, he must feel guilty,

but he sees it different way.

i want him to be patient,

i want you to be away.

just stay away from danger,

even when reason's - me.

just be a bit more careful,

there's danger you can't see.

i know that i'm too risky,

i know you can't sleep well.

i'm sorry for unpatience,

but i want you to be safe.

maybe he don't worth it -

my anger and your fear.

but i wish he said "sorry",

said it to you and me.

your innocence is certain,

i know it just too well.

he can't be that inhuman

to hit that hard and leave.

i know about your promise,

and now i'm taking risk.

but maybe it is worthy,

and maybe he will leave?