Blind on a ledge, not a thing, not a...
Road of broken heart, not a thing. Not at at all.
You know...
Of things we hear, nothing's there.. nothing.
She said "Why do you watch me?" said 'why?'
You know..
Maybe a good excuse not to give a fuck.
But I... Care. For You.
Said alright.
Could be a good excuse.
Full of love, just returned, just when..
You lied, it hurt and your pride... your pride.
Hurt. Pride.
And it is... not a thing...not a...you.
It hurt. Nothing. And me.
It is...these games.. are nothing.
Maybe a good excuse not to give a fuck.
But I... But I... But I... But I...
But I don't want you.
And don't want me.
These. games. are nothing.
© 2024 Lyricenter.com