Holy s**t I never thought I'd feel that way It makes me sick And might be that my fault It's process About your taste You don't want me say You know me not the type It makes me real I thought you might be right But you force me I do hate myself Oh come on Actually...actually Yes, Unfortunately I wish you were wrong Come on Actually...actually That's unfortunately...I wrong
Obsolete Why every single one like this In a funny way
I know it's not your fault Just a process You don't say Are you talented But i couldn't get to know Now back to real I know you might be right But don't force me I do hate myself Oh come on Actually...actually Yes, Unfortunately I wish you were wrong Come on Actually...actually That's unfortunately,I wish you were gone
Come on Actually...actually Yes, Unfortunately I wish you were wrong Come on Actually...actually That's unfortunately,I wish you were gone