2 acessos
How do you think I cope
Close my eyes and I go to sleep
I've always been a sensitive type
Lost in love pain and desertion
But you learn to live with these things
You learn to live with these things
How do you think I feel
I can see tomorrow and it's making me ill
We can go on pretending it will be all right
But there's really no point in me staying the night
You learn to live with these things
Learn to live with these things
Make up my own world one day in the future
Make up your own world.