En måndag där allt bara kommer på en gång. Orkar inte säga mer...Anastacia får säga det åt mig helt enkelt...
A little late for all the things you didn't say. I'm not sad for you, but I'm sad for all the time I had to waste 'cause I learned the truth. Your heart is in a place I no longer wanna be. I knew there'd come a day I'd set you free 'cause I'm sick and tired of always being sick and tired.
Your love isn't fair. You live in a world where you didn't listen and you didn't care, so I'm floating, floating on air.
No warning of such a sad song of broken hearts. My dreams of fairy tales and fantasy, were torn apart. I lost my peace of mind. Somewhere along the way I knew there's come a time you'd hear me say; I'm sick and tired of always being sick and tired.
Tell me baby, did you really think that I would maybe I turn the other cheak and and let you play me? I thought you were different but your like the rest, it's true...
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