I always trust the wrong people. And by that I just mean myself. Everyone says you should trust your gut. But I don't remember the last time that helped. Maybe it's just how I phrase things. My tendency to crave change. Could be a number of things, I don't know. But my god, I wish I had stayed. I could blame you for not running out after me. But I won't, no I won't.
'Cause I tried to fix you. But it was me who was broken. I tried to close doors. That weren't even open. And I wish you had stayed mine.
No I won't say I regret it. But it's obvious that I'm close. 'Cause I can't forget how you tasted. It's twisting the knife. And killing me slow. Do I just keep praying that you never felt imperfect. Imperfect 'cause of me.
'Cause I tried to fix you. But it was me who was broken. I tried to close doors. That weren't even open. And I wish you had stayed mine. (I, I)
'Cause I tried to fix you. But it was me who was broken. I tried to close doors. That weren't even open. 'Cause I tried to fix you. But it was me who was broken. I tried to close doors. That weren't even open. (I, I) Tried to fix you. (I, I) (I, I) (I, I)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
