3 acessos
The image of me crying
The foolish image of myself
I hate the sun that shines upon the ground
(I hate the sun)
If anyone recognized me
and asked why I was crying
I really hated not being able to answer
(I really hated it)
*I wanted to avoid the sun
No matter how hard I ran
The sun was always overhead
I really wanted to forget you
No matter how hard I tried,
No matter how hard I tried you were still inside of me
I really hated to still miss your
Smile and the hands that touched me
(I really hated it)
Inside of so many people
While they laughed and shared stories
I tried to forget you
But again, tears fall