Torn pictures of you could garnish the floor of my room now
I would rip them if i thought it would change my mind
Our bomb relation seems to be ready to explode althought we're fine together
The desire of meeting with you again, brings to me the doubt:
I would rip them if i thought it would change my mind
Our bomb relation seems to be ready to explode althought we're fine together
The desire of meeting with you again, brings to me the doubt:
Should i keep trying or should i forget you?
And you make me feel like a boy
Discovering the curves from a female body
And you make me feel like a father
Who sees the only daughter being raped
When you're not here, baby
I feel no sorrow
When you are here, baby
I feel the sorrow
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