You have a way with words The nicest thing can hurt But inside you're lapping
Playing pretend happy and being burnt Don't worry, don't worry I'm not gonna tell anyone Don't hurry, it's not a race anymore. Back when you had imagination Your smile was real Now you're feeling worn through separation You've forgotten how love feels Don't worry, don't worry I'm not gonna tell anyone Don't hurry, it's not a race anymore Life simple Seems restful Stop breathing Now hurting
Settle up in my corner. Settle up.
Life simple.
Don't question the maker No need for the hate No, I'm not yours to break, no. Don't question the maker No need for the hate Those eyes you can't fake I'm not yours to break. I'm not yours. I'm not yours.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
