Died For You
Nobody else scratches the surface
Maybe I shouldn't tell you this,
but nobody else even scratches the surface
This is too deep,
and. I feel worthless,
cause nobody else even scratches the surface
How can I give my best to someone new?
My best
My best
My best was you
How can I feel alive with someone new?
When I've already died for you
Died
Died for you
Maybe I shouldn't tell you this,
but nobody else even scratches the surface
This is too deep,
and. I feel worthless,
cause nobody else even scratches the surface
How can I give my best to someone new?
My best
My best
My best was you
How can I feel alive with someone new?
When I've already died for you
Died
Died for you
About the Creator
Frankie Martinelli
Musician.
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