I see you walking in the streets I do not hate you, but I hate my own self For believing your lies Today I woke up And watch the clock It was time I asked myself If it had been a dream But the smell was too strong I check my backpack And remembered your cries inconsolably I just smiled I heard the police And I just shoot But I still feel chained to this damn memory The memory of believing in a fucking lie But even exist this absence I hear your voice I don't hate youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
