Give me Yesterday. |
You say you just want to talk
But why is the colour of your eyes so different
From yesterday
Your voice, oh your voice
Yesterday
You whispered sweet sugar word
Now, your harsh words sticks to me like gum
I just can’t rub ‘em off my skin
It hurts, oh it hurts
Yesterday
Your touch was gentle and tender
Today, bruices on my neck
The neck you so softly kissed
My memories of yesterday faith away
as my head is slammed into the cold floor, again
and again
Never will I trust you
again.
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| Kommentarer | | sofijaah - 20 nov 07 - 17:59 | | Bra! |
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