Landscapes' Architect

Everything i see when you kiss my neck
You're a landscapes' architect
But everything i feel when you're not here
That is what i don't want to admit

Maybe i should create my own place in my mind
Where i could cry and lose my head all alone

But besides that part of myself that makes me only smile to him
Theres another part that makes me tell him, but says

Don't make him used to it or he'll stop caring
He'll stop caring
He'll stop caring

Don't make him used to it or he'll stop caring
He'll stop caring
He'll stop caring

I'm not so spiritual but i can try, i want to try
To have sime kind of a trip to the stars, feel my own arms

So yes, maybe i should create my own place in my mind
Where i could cry and lose my head all alone

But besides that part of myself that makes me only smile to him
Theres another part that makes me tell him, but says

Don't make him used to it or he'll stop caring
He'll stop caring
He'll stop caring

Don't make him used to it or he'll stop caring
He'll stop caring
He'll stop caring

Don't make him used to it or he'll stop caring
He'll stop caring
He'll stop caring

Don't make him used to it or he'll stop caring
He'll stop caring
He'll stop caring



Credits
Writer(s): Victoria Dell'elicine
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