You look at me, as if you know what you want But if you knew what you needed, you wouldn't always get what you see I asked myself far too long what I was to you Now I'm sure, you don't even know who you are to yourself
My body is a desert, my heart a weakened flower now You made it grow just for a while, but yet forgot somehow The beauty of imperfection can give you so much more Than just a fake reaction, pretending you'd be cool
Think of what you miss Your mind is blind from bliss Think of what you miss Your mind is blind
You are not cool Think of what you miss You are not cool Your mask is blind from bliss You are not cool Think of what you miss You are not cool You are not You are not cool Think of what you miss You are not cool Your mind is blind You are not cool Think of what you miss
Think of what you miss Your mind is blind from bliss Think of what you miss Your mind is blindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
