歌词
Blood.
Our wrists are coated, burning at the touch.
Your hand slips in my dress and we fall in love again.
I could pretend I knew that it'd happen.
So you could leave and tell me that it's just a dream.
A figment of our feelings; it's not real to me
Or real to you.
It's just a feeling
I couldn't get used to.
Blood.
Our wrists are coated, burning at the touch.
Your hand slips in my dress and we fall in love again.
I could pretend I knew that it'd happen.
So you could leave and tell me that it's just a dream.
A figment of our feelings; it's not real to me
Or real to you.
It's just a feeling
I couldn't get used to.
专辑信息
1.I HATE U