Not around now
I'm rid of you
can't be trusted
can't be true
I'm
Your eyes
the whites of your eyes
they react to my lies
almost
caught
Your
I write down
Everything they say
So I don't get lonely
When you
Once in an eveningshe entered in the pubthere was somethingthat
It's my heart, it's not your game
Look what you can
I dream about
How it would be
If you would come
And stay
In my room, soft and warm
Curtains drawn no lights on
Eye