Held it up You pushed it down Looked so wicked Wearing your crown Of cotton thorns I guess you fake the pain, the pain But since I can't reeally afford To give you what you want, what you want Here I am Come and get me Bundled up Just like my grandma sent me Why's you give it up It's like you never tried, never tried But if you try for something more You'll be giving up again, up again Picked up a rock Wishing it was skin Never did know Where to begin To be more of me I need to see less of you, of you But since that same old feeling has gone This won't be near as hard, near as hard
But since that same old feeling has gone This won't be near as hardTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
