culte - cry | Текст песни

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• culte
• cry

i always crave for your gaze on me
sittin pretty for your eyes to see
it's killin us, insecurity
recklessness gave me bleeding knees

i waited for your reply
but all i got was your tired sigh
its ok to say goodbye
just please dont ever lie

comfort in my own bed
discomfort within my own head
its the weekdays i really dread
i never ever cry you said

i always wanted to break the rules
fingers made of crystal jewels
i never knew i was so cruel
i never knew i was a fool

i couldn't ever leave my room
ten times a day i'd feel my doom
can't you heart my heart go boom
as i lay within my tomb

comfort in my own bed
discomfort within my own head
its the weekdays i really dread
i never ever cry you said