paroles de chanson Dead Love - And One

Faces in your diary
All the poems which made you sad
Now it needs a surgery
To remove me from inside your head
It seems to be a perjury
And the promise I′ve too ignored
If our love is a luxury
Once you were searching for
Now you don't want it for anymore
You don′t need me for sure
You don't need me for sure
So to memory store
'Cause I can not afford you for sure
Now it feels like before
I don′t need you for sure
We don′t need us for sure