Forget Cassettes Quiero, Quieres
I won't be nobody's number two
That's what I wrote in his letter too
How could a man just leave with no regrets
Women start looking to replacing it
Are you feeling love for it, man
I think the cure is in your hands
Doctor, he said I'd always be loved
That my arms would always be warm enough
But now he's gone and I guess I'd better move
My heart's stopped, now it beats fast for you
I am showing symptoms of sorrow, again
Tell me the truth, is it serious, man...
Put me under, starve the fever
Don't feel
I am fading with every wasted second
You're a lie
You're a lie
