nostalgia pop Songtext
von Stella Dolce

I miss those nights alone
When nobody was home
Rotting in a messy room
On pause waiting for life to resume

Good girls play by the rules
And play it safe with servitude
Selling out with platitudes
Never having an attitude
Are you really free
If you′re tied up in their strings
You can't let them go
Else what are you gonna do
Let the voices in my head
Thinking that it′ll pay my rent
I've become so dependent
On my own discontentment
Ah
Ah


You can't let them go
Else what are you gonna do

I miss those nights alone
In a cloud of cheap perfume
Forget my abused aptitude
It′s gone, stormed off, she left the room

Bad girls break down the rules
Burning out from servitude
All out of platitudes
Damn she′s got an attitude
You're tied up in all those strings
You shouldn′t have done those things
And now you can't let them go
Cause girl what are you gonna do?

What are you gonna do?

Let the voices in my head
Thinking that it′ll pay my rent
I've become so dependent
On my own discontentment
Ah
Ah


You can′t let them go
Else what are you gonna do

You can't let them know
Oh
You can't let it show
Oh
You can′t let them go
Else what are you gonna do