Я постоянно ночевал в залах для практики, Заместо школы, только танцы и пение, Пока вы, ребята, тусовались, я отказался от сна ради своей мечты, Я проводил ночи, не сомкнув глаз, Закрывая их только после восхода солнца…
These mixed feelings with my life on the line, I pretend to be careless. This isn’t the first time, I better get used to it. I try to hide it, but I can’t
Don't think of anything, Don't say anything, not even a word, Just give me a smile. I still can’t believe it All of this seems like a dream. Don’t try to disappear.
If you look at it in a certain way, It's hard loving yourself than loving someone else. Honestly, let's admit what we have to admit The standards you put out are harsher on yourself