Текст песни ripped lingerie - Nicoteen Ninyo

Hours spent alone, it's my life I waste
Pictures on my phone, fuckin' on your waist
Echoes of your moans and ripped lingerie
Seems to fill this space and this space that we had
My feelings were true, yours better left unsaid
Fuckin' leave it to you, whispering them in my bed
I know I'm a man but my heart still beats red

Goin' back to the nights on your silk pillow case
Where the sweat was drippin' off of your face
That's all I seem to dream 'bout these days

I'm sick of all these songs I write about you
I'm tired of seeing your in face in the pain I go through
I'm too weak to keep holding onto you

I meant nothing to you
I meant nothing to you
If time can heal these wounds
She can bury you with her too

I meant nothing to you
I meant nothing to you
If I see your ghost in my room
Do I haunt you too?