Blind on a ledge, not a thing, not a…
Road of broken heart, not a thing. Not at at all.
You know…
Of things we hear, nothing’s there.. nothing.
She said «Why do you watch me?» said ‘why?’
You know..
Maybe a good excuse not to give a fuck. But I… Care. For You. Said alright. Could be a good excuse.
Full of love, just returned, just when..
You lied, it hurt and your pride… your pride.
Hurt. Pride.
And it is… not a thing…not a…you. It hurt. Nothing. And me. It is…these games.. are nothing.
Maybe a good excuse not to give a fuck. But I… But I… But I… But I… But I don’t want you. And don’t want me. These. games. are nothing.