paroles de chanson Harm - David Bustamante

Try to keep the distance a few days
Try to mend the mess we both have made
Not pretending I′m the clever
The owner of absolute truth
But the tension we're suffering
Won′t be put off until we do
Is gonna keep us high
Is gonna make you cry as being a teen
And get the path straight towards my heart
These will be the last days of your harm