- cifra
I'm tired of hearin everything you say
It's rolling off your tongue across my face
It seems the time to leave
It seems we tried
What's the use in talking?
I think I'm gonna go for a walk and think awhile
And think awhile
You know my love is real it's not your game
An honest feather tickling at your fate
I told you I would leave
I even cried
Did you think that I was joking?
I think I'm gonna go for a smoke and think awhile
And think awhile
Don't raise your voice to me
Cause you know you lost that right a long tim ago
If I could make you believe
And trust me
What's the use in trusting
I think I'm gonna catch the last bus and think awhile
and think awhile
