Apple
Shyle Zalewski
[verse 1]
It used to be the scene I had in dreams
It used to bring me up over the trees
The heart on the right place, we met again
We've known so many lifes, so many lands
Will I like you again ?
Just like more than a friend ?
You became like other people
You're an Apple commercial
[verse 2]
We used to be complex and free-minded
But still with a part of our inner-kid
The head still in the mess, paint-colored hands
I know I'll ache from that, it never ends
I don't miss you at all, I don't miss you at all
I won't ever be sold … I'm not an Apple commercial