Hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here..

If I were a boy  I could turn off my phone, tell everyone it's broken  so they'd think that I was sleeping alone. I'd put myself first and make the rules as I go'cause I know  that she'd be faithful, waiting for me to come home (to come home),,,

Jugando con Rita la conejita de Milu