الكلمات
كلمات للدراسة
There is a wallet on my widow's stool
I know I've got it loose
Help me father
Will I be someone's bruise
I've tried... I tried so hard to choose
We don't see the fate on the face
I know you know me
I'm starting to fade
How can I be sure
That I don't need you now
But I don't need you now
And I don't see somehow
How I don't need you now
