I like to have a good conversation and know what you like, what your weaknesses are and know each one of your fantasies to make them come true, I like to masturbate and give myself pleasure, feel how I turn on with each vibration and wet my panties
Wet morning, soaked leaves, crystal skythe greasy plate the fried eggs, your pillow thereSunday, bohemian, it was just you and meAnd you who leave, just at the best moment you come and leaveand here I am, broken, damaged, a little desperate
Hungry, salty they say obsessedI follow you everywhere I look at every photo, I follow who you are withI see the comments, I see what you likeI point out the places, I look for some proof that you are not happyMy case is serious, it is worthy of studyAnd you who leave, just at the best moment you come and leaveand here I am, broken, damaged, a little desperate
I know it’s not right to live like this, chasing youbut it is not in my hands I am desperate without your loveAnd now you, who are leaving at the best moment, come and leaveand here I am, hungry, salty, intense, stubbornSad drowned, somewhat misplacedBroken, damaged and a little desperate
I give you a song to tell you that tomorrow I’m leavingwithout saying goodbye I give you a song that is very sadwaiting, he stayed and you didn’t comeI give you a song so you understandQueeThe time if I change you more than necessary,I give you a song with which I saythat I couldn’t even be your friend