What It Was
Dabin
I don’t think I can remember what it was like
To not be hanging on your every word
I don’t know where you are
I don’t know who you’re with
But I’ll be awaiting, till you decide to see me
And I rather have, the twisted versions of the truth
Than nothing at all, that comes from you
Because I’m tied up in you
Because I’m tied up in you
I don’t think I can remember what it was like
To not be hanging on your every word
I don’t know where you are
I don’t know who you’re with
But I’ll be awaiting, till you decide to see me
And I rather have, the twisted versions of the truth
Than nothing at all, that comes from you
Because I’m tied up in you
Because I’m tied up in you