All my friends they shoulder me in my upper head of words and now i'm good, but i want to be bad.
Standing there with the lights alone and lovers who make love, they see me smiling, but i want to be sad.
Would you light me up?
Would you send me all far?
And be there when i'm burning out?
Would you hold my hand?
Need a water tan?
And apple me if i get to loud?
Eva walks trought the streets by day, drink every crack and day, and by night, it cours in hide.
