Pas de Lune, pt. II

Laying on my bed
I’m not thinking anything about you
I’m not thinking when you’ll call me again
I am thinking how beautiful I am
I’m not thinking when you’ll call me again
I am thinking how beautiful I am
Without you here, without you here
Without you here, without you here
Without you here, without you here

To use me up
You used me up
You used me up
You used me up
You used me up
You used me

You used me up
You used me up
You used me up

You used me up
You used me up
You used mе up
You used me up