Sometimes
To
fit well
to remit
Traps don't work now
Tenderness,
sadness
I'm sick and tired of playing myself
I'm sick and tired of the color
But it's new to the bone
I'm a little girl, I've never loved this young
There'll be some lovers,
but I'm still looking for
Outside the night falls before my eyes
And I feel the pain cause no one's around
Maybe it's far, maybe it's not enough
I'm sick and tired of playing myself I'm sick
and tired of the color But it's new to the bone
When the lights are turned on,
my love is gone But there'll be some lovers,
but I'm still looking for
I'm sick and tired of playing myself I'm sick
and tired of the color But it's new to the bone
When the lights are turned on, my love is gone
But there'll be some lovers,
but I'm still looking for
I'm sick and tired of playing myself
I'm sick and tired of the color But it's new to the bone
When the lights are turned on, my love is gone
But there'll be some lovers,
but I'm still looking for