you never understand, you never get me right.
like when you told me that my love was just aesthetic
and i fell into the beauty of another
and it was in the summer
confusion was a-bloom in every little corner
oh don't you understand
don't you understand?
how lonely it gets
how lonely it gets?
and i fell into the beauty of another
and it was in the summer
confusion was a-bloom in every little corner
oh don't you understand
don't you understand?
how lonely it gets
how lonely it gets?
Kommentarer
Trackback
