HURT Songtext
von CHIKA
HURT Songtext
Cross my T′s, dot my I's
Make my bed, draw my blinds
Grieve the sun and tell the skies
This is going to hurt
Love hits like an edible
For some time, incredible
Like physics, it′s inevitable
That this is going to hurt
Woeful captive, foolish game
Know it always ends the same
Bloody hands, yourself to blame
This is going to hurt
Make my bed, draw my blinds
Grieve the sun and tell the skies
This is going to hurt
Love hits like an edible
For some time, incredible
Like physics, it′s inevitable
That this is going to hurt
Woeful captive, foolish game
Know it always ends the same
Bloody hands, yourself to blame
This is going to hurt
Writer(s): Jane Chika Oranika, Derek Dixie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
