Midnight Thoughts Of A Schizophrenic

I read so many things that I decided to release something personal: I. What would I give for Love I know, everything is easy in words. But as soon as the chest pain came, bullets began to fall. Out of fear, out of anger, out of hopelessness, lonely, curled up in a ball. She forgot about every tenderness, devotion, kindness, love! And when you hurt her, you deny her, you build walls around yourself. Even in hatred you dress with the thought of preserving yourself! And the result is different - you lose yourself, alas. And instead of loving color, life goes black and white. II. What would I give for Love? Is it love? I do not know her. It's not about vanity. What is this? I'm sorry. Don't I think it exists - beautiful, sincere, and eternal? I also had a long dream - and it's even funny now. You all seem to be infinitely smart, but you believe a bunch of lies. It's scary and quite strange how he holds you captive for centuries. Get up and wake up! She is a devil's delusion! And if you understand it today, life will be easy! III. What would I give for Love? I blink, I turn timidly. And still wet, dirty with mud, I close my eyes and answer: Oh, it hurts! Because of her, I flew high and almost died. And a hurricane is raging - cold, darkness, I have no way, no dreams. And I could still soar in space like a bird. But to laugh falsely, I chose to fight for real. What would I give for Love? One and only. Lightning passed through the rain - oh, It hurts madly! EVERYTHING! But to laugh falsely, I chose to fight for real. What would I give for Love? One and only. Lightning passed through the rain - oh, It hurts madly! EVERYTHING! But to laugh falsely, I chose to fight for real. What would I give for Love? One and only. Lightning passed through the rain - oh, It hurts madly! EVERYTHING!