4 acessos
You tore a button, off my favourite shirt
Another thing that I've lost, to you
Where did you stay last night?
You didn't come home
I'm spending all of my time, waiting for your call
You're making me older
You're making me ill
You're making me older
You're making me ill
The bottles are empty, in the cabinet
I noticed my first grey hair, today
Why do we still do this, when we're both still young
Putting each other down, when we need to climb
You're making me older
You're making me ill
You're making me older
You're making me ill