последний из рода НАСТОЯЩИХ ТАРАКАНОВ

The only room an empty chair, another day so hard to bear. The things around me that I see remind me of the past and how it all used to be. From souvenirs to more souvenirs, I live with dreams you left behind that keep on turning in my mind. There'll never be another you, no one will share the world we knew, and now the loneliness has come to take