"No, isn't she so blessed?With that voice with soul"I'm turning into blackLike she went back to blackWake up in bed and decide to be goodBut always something strikes me to the groundCouldn't get out thereI like being alone or blue
Her songs, I always sleep intoHer word, that always made me feel the sameHer love, wish I was her friend and knew everythingHer, her
No, It is not her sinGod took her for granted"Love was everywhere", they saidBut "Love is losing game", she saidI went my bed and try to close my eyesBut always something drags me to the groundAnd on your birthdayI always sing alone, your songs
Her songs, I always sleep intoHer word, that always made me feel the sameHer love, wish I was her friend and knew everythingHer, her