Texty

Where are you, I'm so sorry Well, I'm right here where you left me On a Monday in Berlin You spilled my heart on the floor Four hours we were crying on the phone But it was you who wanted to leave me Then you begged me 'please don't block my calls' Guess what I did But now I'm in this hotel room Flipped me like a switch You're such a hypocrite, oh! Love was supposed to be you Now I am just hurting Everything is burning What have you done to my heart Give it back to me or I will rip your face off I lost my mind somewhere in your room But don't u dare to think I wrote this 'bout u So you got rid of me like an old pair of jeans But you wear our tie Like a ribbon Like a red rag on your back But you knew I'm the ROMANIAC She might be beautiful And she might be sweet And she draws like the angel That I used to be Now I'm more of a split character Only ever there When I'm right there where you left me But now I'm in this hotel room Flipped me like a switch You're such a hypocrite, oh! Love was supposed to be you Now I am just hurting Everything is burning What have you done to my heart Give it back to me or I will rip your face off I lost my mind somewhere in your room But don't u dare to think I wrote this 'bout u 'Cause you mean nothing to me Like I was nothing to you We were nothing at all Love's supposed to be you Love's supposed to be warm But now I'm in this hotel room Flipped me like a switch You're such a hypocrite, oh! Love was supposed to be you Now I am just hurting Everything is burning What have you done to my heart Give it back to me or I will rip your face off I lost my mind somewhere in your room But don't u dare to think I wrote this 'bout u
Writer(s): Josephine Seehawer, Antonia Rug Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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