Waiting for your call
I'm sick
I'm angry
I'm desperate for your voice
Listening to the song we used to sing
in the car
you remember
butterflies
early summer
it's playing on repeat
just like when we would meet
Cause I was borned to tell you I love you
I'm tired of being all alone


Please, let me be free
I can't face the truth...

It's best to let it roll
Now it's over...