Tyla Untitled
If you really loved me Like you say you do You wouldn't put me through half the things like you do. Sometimes you make me feel like there is nothing else. Then you leave me in this cold place looking for help. It used to be free but the price went up, like everything else I have nothing left to sell In the boot sale in hell. When I lost my address book I also lost my friends But I know you'll always want me If I ever make it again. But as fornow I'm content with my stories, and my memory serves me well, there's a distant face lives in Camden, says to drip by I might as well. I have nothing more left to say. I'll just curl up in my memories and quietly fade away.
