Love-sadKID, Erameld - the boy who cried wolf lyrics
[Love-sadKID, Erameld - the boy who cried wolf lyrics]
And my voice went hoarse
They told me don't speak no more
So my two step tapping 'til my feet get sore
I guess that nothing really mattered
Start your crying after
And maybe you can come back home
Bet I'll still be here tomorrow
Pack my box and dig my grave
I miss the simple things
Can't make it better
See the devil when they look at me
I'd close my eyes, apologize
If I could take it back
I guess it's life we learnеd that
You can't really change the past
I guеss it's growing up
All the petals thorns and roses
When it's only love
All the seconds writing poems
Guess that I could just bide my time
Hope that everybody else is here by my side
What I been waiting for
Five years later still ain't made it
Space don't feel the same and I'm sick
I guess it's better when we talk
Petals turn to feathers when we fall short
High enough to take me through withdrawals
I'm tethered to your call
(Pick up, pick up, you didn't care at all)
And my voice went hoarse
They told me don't speak no more
So my two step tapping 'til my feet get sore
I guess that nothing really mattered
Start your crying after
And maybe you can come back home
They told me don't speak no more
So my two step tapping 'til my feet get sore
I guess that nothing really mattered
Start your crying after
And maybe you can come back home
Bet I'll still be here tomorrow
Pack my box and dig my grave
I miss the simple things
Can't make it better
See the devil when they look at me
I'd close my eyes, apologize
If I could take it back
I guess it's life we learnеd that
You can't really change the past
I guеss it's growing up
All the petals thorns and roses
When it's only love
All the seconds writing poems
Guess that I could just bide my time
Hope that everybody else is here by my side
What I been waiting for
Five years later still ain't made it
Space don't feel the same and I'm sick
I guess it's better when we talk
Petals turn to feathers when we fall short
High enough to take me through withdrawals
I'm tethered to your call
(Pick up, pick up, you didn't care at all)
And my voice went hoarse
They told me don't speak no more
So my two step tapping 'til my feet get sore
I guess that nothing really mattered
Start your crying after
And maybe you can come back home