Binance

Wrong along (Please the Trees)

heavily pregnant silence gave birth to another fight You left to your place and I left to mine It´s sick, it´s sick, it´s sick, it´s sick You being always too busy and me always ready For a text: “Good night sweety, you´ll always be my boy!” We´re in love but somehow wrong We´re in love but just can´t get along I wish I could tell you to leave I wish I´d be the one always busy Writing: “Good night sweety, you´ll always be my boy!”.