Through the nights, when I don't come home on time,
Peeking through the door, I see your hands wished they were in mine,
Your eyes go moist, and you nose turns wine red,
Sorry but I have this life,
That ***** with me ******* you,
That hates me loving you,
That loves me far from you.
Feb 12, 2023
Feb 12, 2023 at 7:00 AM UTC
Through the nights, when I don't come home on time,
Peeking through the door, I see your hands wished they were in mine,
Your eyes go moist, and you nose turns wine red,
Sorry but I have this life,
That ***** with me ******* you,
That hates me loving you,
That loves me far from you.