Fix Me
Bloodshot eyes, too much smoke
The world is spinning and I am broke
Fix me
I find a way to look at you today
But I wish, but I wish that I could look away
Fix me
My heartbeat sounds like a glass
Breaking on the future past
Fix me
I find a way to say what I've been thinking
And I wish, and I wish that you could fix
Fix me
Writer/s: Dmitry Burykin, Stanislav Zaystev, Vadim A. Shpak
