ily thabi weekend şarkı sözleri
The weekend we broke up
Was not the weekend we stopped talking
You had to be all bad
Before my eyes cloud be open
Now I'm sitting here all alone
With your name on my phone
And I'm wondering if I
Could ever
Come Home
To your heart?
I often wonder which is the real me?
The super confident talker with some people
The shy, inferior self I find with others
The carefree, generous self at another time
Which me do I bring to God?
The confident or the guilty?
