2 acessos
Every time you cry, a little piece of me dies.
Tearing out my heart and soul, it's too much more not to try.
I could fuck you to death but the blood takes too long to dry.
No point in your last breath, you're dead already inside.
But every time you cry, a little piece of me dies.
Nothing really new for you but it's too much more not to try.
I still love you today but I don't really know why.
I never got any truth from you.I guess I'll live with your lies.
Every time you cry, a little piece of me dies.