You have a way with words
The nicest thing can hurt
But inside you're lapping
Playing pretend happy and being burnt
Don't worry, don't worry I'm not gonna tell anyone
Don't hurry, it's not a race anymore.
Back when you had imagination
Your smile was real
Now you're feeling worn through separation
You've forgotten how love feels
Don't worry, don't worry I'm not gonna tell anyone
Don't hurry, it's not a race anymore Life simple
Seems restful
Stop breathing
Now hurting
Settle up in my corner.
Settle up.
Life simple.
Don't question the maker
No need for the hate
No, I'm not yours to break, no.
Don't question the maker
No need for the hate
Those eyes you can't fake
I'm not yours to break.
I'm not yours.
I'm not yours.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI