Marissa: Znajoma

How many chances does he give you
Would you at least give another one
Would you be able to start again
You wouldn't feel sorry for anything

My thoughts whisper quietly
I think they still alarm me
It's hard to admit it's not true
When my imagination works

Or is it her and not me?

Is it my paranoia
Is this face familiar to you from somewhere
I think she likes it
Do you really feel no pity

As if you're not looking for the first time
At her long pretty eyelashes
Your picture is prettier
Prettier...

This, has never failed me
Why the translations
That everything is ok
When she's by our side

Today hold hands and
When I see those smiles
A couple painted
I guess I'm the one in the way

Or is it her and not me?

Is it my paranoia
Is that face familiar to you from somewhere
I think she likes it
Do you really not feel sorry

As if you're not looking for the first time
At her long pretty eyelashes
Your picture is prettier
Prettier...

Better than ours
Better than ours

Is this my paranoia
Is this face familiar to you from somewhere