cold as you.
you put up walls and paint them all a shade of gray, and I stood there loving you and wished them all away...
so I start a fight, 'cause I need to feel something, and you do what you want, 'cause I'm not what you wanted.
...and now that I'm sitting here thinking it through, I've never been anywhere cold as you.
you never did give a damn thing, honey, but I cried for you.
and I know you wouldn't have told nobody if I died for you.
Written on Wednesday, April 18, 2012 at 10:43 PM
by Sofía