The Hitman

he appears in my life a time ago

he just wanna tell someone his life like a biography

no reason for not to betray him or I don’t know

but I wrote down what he told

  • what I thought

his eyes wearing glasses dark as the night

when you see him on the street you never remember

he doesn’t look specific just like a man on the street

by any means necessary he’s doing his jobs without feelings

no one could run away from him

in the moment you regard him you gonna hear this «pft!» and you die

nothing spectacular nothing you remind later when he kills someone is past

and now he knows me like I knows him