Moe Iskusstvo
Aman Zhu
Art of Pain
You're my love, you're my art
We're so different, but what do we need to do?
I searched for you among millions of fakes
Broken people, we seek a second part
If we do love, it's not that often
You caught me when I was falling into the abyss
You held my hand while walking on the edge
What do you do when he's in my head?
Why does it hurt more every day?
I keep running away from these thoughts
Every meeting with you is suicide
I want to forget and start fresh
Start fresh, just to be with you
