sábado, 6 de agosto de 2016

frustration is never over
they told me this party it was only to leave you hangover

i keep telling i wish i was dead
when all i want is to be in your bed

the ringing goes loud at night
but in the morning it doesn't feel right
this hotel room makes me feel sick, even with all the green lights

when i started to forget my real name
i ran to your room
my heart is not fine
speaking with a hole in my lungs

my body hurts hurts hurts so badly
for wanting to start again
just imagine having enough love
for wanting to start again
it hurts it hurts it hurts

i don't know what to believe
i was already such a mess when you were fifteen
i don't know what to believe

i was already such a mess when you were fifteen
and it hurts it hurts it hurts

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