“I’ve got so much to say, conflicts from June to May.
Even if I try to leave, you find the words to make me stay.
This relationship’s not the same, tell me boy, am I just a mistake?
You never hold me in your arms, you say you love my name.”
“I’ve got so much to say, conflicts from June to May.
Even if I try to leave, you find the words to make me stay.
This relationship’s not the same, tell me boy, am I just a mistake?
You never hold me in your arms, you say you love my name.”