كلمات Letter

I tried to get away from you at least I tried But something pushes me closer to The madness of being around you I'm writing this at 2 am Don't I have nothing better to do? Maybe that's why I'm confused And feeling blue, just to think about us two I'm lying in bed Drawing crooked lines of an imaginary path I'm lying in bed Drawing crooked lines of an imaginary path I'm writing this at 3 am Should I have something better to do? Lost inside my thoughts And feeling blue, just to think about this too I'm lying in bed Drawing crooked lines of an imaginary path I'm lying in bed Drawing crooked lines of an imaginary path I guess this time you missed me I couldn't thing that this could be right Would I rewrite this all over again if it's a lie Unlike believing in every word when it fits a lie No, not if it's a lie No, not if it's a lie No, not if it's a lie Now, now it fits a lie