шаляляля, you’re allowed to shut up

by my side, you’ll never be.
by my side, you’ll never be.

’cause I’m fake at seams
I’m lost in my dreams and
I want you to know
that I can’t let you go

and you’re never coming home again,
and you’re never coming home again

by my side, you’ll never be.
by my side, you’ll never be.

I see you, you see me
differently…

–

в дни като тези отчаяно ми се иска да съм повърхностна
нещата изглеждат толкова прости.
може би сама съм си виновна
пък уж е време да порасна

кога ли ще спра толкова да се влияя