Worked and impatient I dont know about you tonight I dont know about you and I dont feel good until morning My eyes are all the clock I ask what a sense say
my phone and vector up to your voices I have a hand in your hand Im dying, God, I think the truth is
I dont know about tonight I dont know about you and until I wake up in the morning I dont feel good my eyes Sounds A little calm I This last breath is I love you I always think I have one hand in your hand Im dying, God I think the truth is
