Orlando کے بول

Your voice puts sickness into my gut And I swallowed just a little too much I don't know what I did wrong It's not your fault, I just think I was in love You make every part of me small I'm short of breath, and two feet tall And I still don't know what I did wrong It's not your fault, I just think I was in love What was the day that you ceased to think of me like that? I don't know what I said But I'd like the chance to take it back I have been avoiding you, I guess 'Cause when we speak, I forget, forget, forget And when it hits me, it's further into my chest You don't want me, forget, forget, forget (Forget, forget, forget) My voice puts sickness into my gut And I can't believe I missed it once I guess you did nothing wrong And I swear, it wouldn't have mattered so much None of this would be worth the fuss, if I hadn't been in love