Testo originale
ENTraduzione non ancora disponibile. Mostriamo il testo originale.
Still have my sweatshirt in your car.
Half past a month, you know I don't live that far.
Keep what you took, just let me live .
For you I'll never find the time to forgive.
You put me last upon your list.
Next to the book of all the words you can twist.
You wanted marriage before sex.
Offered my hand and now you sleep with your X.
"I need some time to be alone..."
She cried in my arms as the first lie was thrown.
I sat around and thought of us; Your pictures were kept free of dust.
And you claim that you were a friend
