Contactez-nous

• Artiste: Florrie
• Titre: Personal
Assurez-vous que les corrections sont tout à fait exactes
S'il vous plaît, les mettez en évidence en quelque sorte!
Vous pouvez, par exemple, écrire
INCORRECT: avant la mauvaise ligne
CORRECT: avant la correspondant ligne correcte
Autrement, nous ne pouvons les corriger pas! Merci pour votre aide.
I took a walk outside You were asleep with your head upon my pillow I watched the fear leave your eyes I felt a revolution starting as I tiptoed And there's a method to my madness I can't find the words, I don't speak your language And it's my favourite habit Lying to myself to forget what happened 'Cause maybe this time it's personal You turn my heart cold, oh, why can't you tell That maybe this time it's permanent Your love, it cuts deep, but it hurts like hell Was I so misunderstood? You covered up my doubts and pushеd away the silence Thеre was a time we were good But all your growing insecurities defined us And there's a method to my madness I can't find the words, I don't speak your language And it's my favourite habit Lying to myself to forget what happened 'Cause maybe this time it's personal You turn my heart cold, oh, why can't you tell That maybe this time it's permanent Your love, it cuts deep, but it hurts like hell And [?] 'Cause I don't want forever if forever is gone And [?] 'Cause somewhere in the middle is not where I belong Oh, maybe this time it's personal You turn my heart cold, oh, why can't you tell That maybe this time it's permanent Your love, it cuts deep, but it hurts like hell (Maybe this time) (Maybe this time it's personal) (Maybe this time) (Maybe this time it's personal) (Maybe this time) (Maybe this time it's personal) (Maybe this time) (Maybe this time it's personal)