I like to eat. Cos its yummy. I hate to eat. Cos I’m afraid of getting fat. Blah blah blah...
I'm walking through streets that are dead Walking, walking with you in my head My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired And the clouds are weeping. Did I hear someone tell a lie? Could you ever be true? I think of you And I wonder I'm sick of love; I wish I'd never met you I'm so sick of love; I'm trying to forget you. * * * * *
