Sending over all sort of messages
You won't look over
Won't even claim that I exist
I'm still sending over all sort of promises
Hoping you might come back
Watching over your whole journey
With a glimpse of an eye
Over, your whole life's passing by
Cause you won't let me in
I, I'm not good at letting things go
You torture me and play with my soul
I can't find relief
I, I'm not good at letting things go
You torture me and play with my soul
I can't find relief
You seem colder, ever since I let you in
And I no longer, feel your lips over my skin
Searching for your excuses for silence
But you, you just like the chase
Please move over, stop glancing at my face
I have a new order, and you don't have a space in it
Don't bother sending me all your friends
This time ill win my case
I, I'm not good at letting things go
You torture me and play with my soul
I can't find relief
I, I'm not good at letting things go
You torture me and play with my soul
I can't find relief
I don't believe in the difference in sexes or races
I believe in the difference of people and their personal embraces
Honesty is international, intercultural, biracial
Naama Guggenheim - Honesty Lyrics
Naama Guggenheim - Honesty Lyrics
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Sending over all sort of messages
You won't look over
Won't even claim that I exist
I'm still sending over all sort of promises
Hoping you might come back
Watching over your whole journey
With a glimpse of an eye
Over, your whole life's passing by
Cause you won't let me in
I, I'm not good at letting things go
You torture me and play with my soul
I can't find relief
I, I'm not good at letting things go
You torture me and play with my soul
I can't find relief
You seem colder, ever since I let you in
And I no longer, feel your lips over my skin
Searching for your excuses for silence
But you, you just like the chase
Please move over, stop glancing at my face
I have a new order, and you don't have a space in it
Don't bother sending me all your friends
This time ill win my case
I, I'm not good at letting things go
You torture me and play with my soul
I can't find relief
I, I'm not good at letting things go
You torture me and play with my soul
I can't find relief
I don't believe in the difference in sexes or races
I believe in the difference of people and their personal embraces
Honesty is international, intercultural, biracial
You won't look over
Won't even claim that I exist
I'm still sending over all sort of promises
Hoping you might come back
Watching over your whole journey
With a glimpse of an eye
Over, your whole life's passing by
Cause you won't let me in
I, I'm not good at letting things go
You torture me and play with my soul
I can't find relief
I, I'm not good at letting things go
You torture me and play with my soul
I can't find relief
You seem colder, ever since I let you in
And I no longer, feel your lips over my skin
Searching for your excuses for silence
But you, you just like the chase
Please move over, stop glancing at my face
I have a new order, and you don't have a space in it
Don't bother sending me all your friends
This time ill win my case
I, I'm not good at letting things go
You torture me and play with my soul
I can't find relief
I, I'm not good at letting things go
You torture me and play with my soul
I can't find relief
I don't believe in the difference in sexes or races
I believe in the difference of people and their personal embraces
Honesty is international, intercultural, biracial
Writer: Naama Guggenheim
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