اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
The seasons they don't change here
And sometimes I miss cold weather
And it's hard to be next to her
When it's hot out in december
But I am taking off my coat
And I am hoping it gets better
I am taking off my coat
And I am hoping it gets better
Simple
(I wish it was simple, I wish it was simple, I wish it was)
I wish it was simple
(I wish it was simple, I wish it was simple, I wish it was)
Simple
(I wish it was simple, I wish it was simple, I wish it was)
I wish it was simple
Simple
(I wish it was simple, I wish it was simple, I wish it was)
The people always change here
And I always go new places
But I woke up from a dream
Where I thought I saw your face so
I am getting out of bed
And I am trying to remember
I am getting out of bed
And I am hoping it gets better
Simple
(I wish it was simple, I wish it was simple, I wish it was)
I wish it was simple
(I wish it was simple, I wish it was simple, I wish it was)
Simple
(I wish it was simple, I wish it was simple, I wish it was)
I wish it was simple
Simple
(I wish it was simple, I wish it was simple, I wish it was)
I went to your apartment
Where we used to sit and talk
So I can sit down on the floor
And draw your picture out in chalk
You would think that I was crazy
I would swear to you I'm not
You would think that it was crazy
I would tell you that it's not that
Simple
(I wish it was simple, I wish it was simple, I wish it was)
I wish it was simple
(I wish it was simple, I wish it was simple, I wish it was)
Simple
(I wish it was simple, I wish it was simple, I wish it was)
I wish it was simple
Simple
(I wish it was simple, I wish it was simple, I wish it was)
Karizma
It was december the 8th
It's crazy, I remember the day
You hardly remember my name
It was cold in minnesota
Out in cali, it was 78
I heard you met a new boy
And now, everything's great
For me, things are jealousy and pain
I'm hoping that you call me
Or just message me hate
'Cuz I just want to talk and maybe set it all straight
I don't know what I should do
With these flowers on my desk
They're dead and it reminds me of
The power of regret
And it's simple
I don't deserve you
It's not his fault
But I fucked up and hurt you
And it's simple
