Nothing tells like wasting my time again Nothing tells like wanting to cry again Nothing tells like when I think of you What a lonely thing to do Rubbing salt in the wound
Nothing tells like that look in your eye again Nothing tells like that far away smile again But, I can tell from my distant point of view That there's nothing we can do But rub salt in the wound
Is there a metaphor for this kind of loss? This I-once-knew-you-well kind of loss? This you-look-at-me-but-you-don't-see-me kind of loss? Where every greeting feels like goodbye.
Nothing hurts like that voice in my head again The cruelest words that break through my thickest skin And nothing hurts like believing that it's true What a harmful thing to do Rubbing salt in the wound
And is it evident that I'm kind of lost? I question everything, and I'm kind of lost I don't know where I'm going I'm kind of lost And every greeting feels like, it feels like, it feels like
Well, I never told you, because I didn't know With all of the tears I was letting you go I guess you were never meant to stay for long I opened my eyes and I closed them and you were gone.
Is there a metaphor for this kind of loss? This I-once-knew-you-well kind of loss? This you-look-at-me-but-you-don't-see-me kind of loss? Where every greeting feels like goodbye.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
