I miss you like a past life I can't remember if You were ever mine to miss I miss you like we both died Our time together, a star-crossed endeavor
My head is an unmade bed
Abandoned arms and legs and intimate things Finding their way into these twisted sheets I need a maid or another mother More than the strain of an absent lover
My head is an empty bed Just the thought of being seen is more than I can take I never met a mirror that I couldn't break
I'll miss you in the next lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
