Can't see through my lullabies The prize, a letter And I can't get out my door The bills, they come But I don't care 'bout that And everybody's asking me tonight Everybody's asking me if I'm alright But I don't have the guts to say
Is it really her with him? Do you think that they are doin' it? I'm lyin' in my empty bed Pretending that you're dead
I write the news from everybody's lips I saw you on the walkway with his hands on your hips And I called it out, I said "Is that my best friend" You said, "You should probably leave" Tonight, everybody's asking me If I'm alright And I don't have the words to sing
Is it really her with him? Do you think that they are doin' it? I'm lyin' in my empty bed Pretending that you're dead Is it really her with him? Do you think that they are doin' it? I'm lyin' in my empty bed Pretending that you're dead
Everybody's asking me if I'm alright Everybody's asking me if I'm alright I'm not alrightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
