Det gör ont.

Skrev en låt, mår åt helvete atm.
Ta mig härifrån.

I feel cold
so cold without you
I've lost my soul, darling
I need you right here

I've lost this game
Called your love
I want it back
But I won't

Ref.
You we're lost
And so we're I
Said it was love
And then goodbye
Is this the end?
I just cry

I smoke cigarettes
Just to forget pain
Since you left me
I'll never be the same

Have you forgot me
You don't even reply
I want to tell you
But a tear runs down my eye

Ref. x2

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