I just can't be
the salt of dried tears
on those cheeks
Guess it was fun
but you just listen, hun'
That was not me
I just can't and won't be
the salt of dried tears
on those cheeks
Hope we will be fading
now
feelings will be subsiding
now
The end just in time
now
The end just in time
now
For us to move on
now
Towards unblemished skies
Towards unblemished skies
now
Guess it was fun
But as true as it was, hun'
Next would be me...
So I just can't and won't be
the salt of dried tears
on her cheeks.
MotherHustler
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