it aint hurt what you make

Without looking to you I start to cry
Without being next to you I'd almost die

I wanna feel alone
Neither next or close
Be ourselves at all
Pray for both our dose

I can feel your fragile hair
Waving in the air
Firing a match
Fall at toss

Toss a dice and I can say
It ain't hurt what you make
Real pain at my veins
Stumble hurt

That's the way
That's the way
To make it obvious
To make it oh
To make it oh



Credits
Writer(s): Sergi Prim
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