sorryifiloveu1

It seems I'm still thinking of you

it became usual for me to come back there

it's tight here, I'm looking for a noisy place

where I can hug some strangers But it does not work, it does not help

I'm slipping again, I want to be with you

and I go to sleep really drunk

an empty glass full of just ice

I wake up like that - with last night's black clothes on,

door opened and closed curtains

I can't remember anything again,

smudged make-up and dry lips

tell how last night I wondered where you were

I'll always think about you, as it seems

I fool myself with different people

I don't speak and don't listen anymore

I have a pleasant evening then I go

I wake up early and it's late outside

In this room there is no day and there is no night

and I go to sleep really drunk again,

recklessly, but you're in me