ToLetras - Letras para cada momento.

MY LIBRARY

Recent Saved Album Artists

Stephen

de David Ford

I never made time
You never made much sense
We never stood a chance
If we're honest

You were not the first
And I won't be the last
But if it makes it better
Well, you can call me what you will

Get home late
No one's here
Pace around the house
And sit in my chair

And if you think of me
It doesn't mean a thing
So why don't you just tell me
What you really think again?

I don't care what you call me
Because it won't hurt any more

I know I let you down
And Christ, you let me know
Every time
And time again

Just another afternoon
Get drunk and disappear
So call me what you will

Rain it on down
What else can you throw at me
I haven't heard before?

And tear me on down
I am unforgivable
So why don't you just tell me
What you really think of me?

And scream me on down
I am so forgettable
Yes, I know

And shoot me on down
Don't you think this isn't killing me?
But it's no more than I deserve

I don't care what you call me
Because it won't hurt any more

Más canciones de David Ford