Результат интеллектуальной деятельности: Доброе утро

I wake up – the street is silent,
The sun pours in, and I'm on my own again.
It’s so simple, so calm, so clear,
Without your dramas, without your fears.
My coffee's gone cold in this peace,
There are no troubles, no need for sweet release.
Just me, my morning, and this town,
And empty flowers, waiting to fall down.

I won't be better than your ex,
I won't cook like your mother.
Your therapist won't fix this mess,
And you won't love me like any other.
I don't believe in fairy tales,
Or in love until the end.
Friendship won't turn into heaven,
And from yourself you can't run away, my friend.

You came up to me, like in a movie,
With a smile pasted on your face. 
I've seen this scene a thousand times,
I know how it plays out, I know my place.
You'll buy me coffee,
You'll talk about your dreams,
Oh, you're a pro at this,
Digging for old lies in brand new things.

I won't be better than your ex,
I won't cook like your mother.
Your therapist won't fix this mess,
And you won't love me like any other.
I don't believe in fairy tales,
Or in love until the end.
Friendship won't turn into heaven,
And from yourself you can't run away, my friend.

You left, and I'm not even sad,
Just the echo of your empty words behind.
I'm watching the city waking up,
And finally, I've found my peace of mind.
I don't owe you a explanation, 
Why my heart is finally free.
I'm just here, watching the sunrise,
And it feels so good, feeling warm to me.

I won't be better than your ex,
I won't cook like your mother.
Your therapist won't fix this mess,
And you won't love me like any other.
I don't believe in fairy tales,
Or in love until the end.
Friendship won't turn into heaven,
And from yourself you can't run away, my friend.