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!”.


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