is t not the way

sometimes it's my broken heart that decides for me

sometimes oh it's better this way

I get lost thinking that

it would have been

oh

sometimes I have a great wish

what decides for me

you really believe

what filling you

of your own wish

will you achieve my affection?

oh sometimes it's my

own pain the one

speak for me

why don't you get on the bed next to me and give me heat

oh sometimes it's my crying that doesn't let me see

while you throw your clothes on the floor

talk to me slow and sweet

maybe so i can forget

A.

Is t not the way