Sad Party
Melancholy is sitting in front of me
My man is hiding from me, hell yeah
I don’t want to live that way anymore
‘Cause yesterday I was a different person
Melancholy is holding my hands
My man is unware about me, hell yeah
I don’t want to live that way anymore
Trying to hide my indecent past
I’m really trying, but it’s harder than I thought
Every girl is like a mad gun
Have I gone mad?
I want to empty my home
I want to empty my life of Max
I will be wearing pink pyjamas
And listening to oldies
Melancholy is living in my neighbourhood
What should I do now?
I just wanna drink, hell yeah
Save me, my man!
Melancholy is knocking on my doors
Trying to escape, hell yeah
I’m really trying, but it’s harder than I tought
Oh please don’t drop me home, my man
Every girl is like a mad gun
Have I gone mad?
I want to empty my home
I want to empty my life of Max
I will be wearing pink pyjamas
And listening to oldies
Take me to your place, anywhere
I don’t care anymore
I don’t care
I don’t care
I don’t care
Every girl is like a mad gun
Have I gone mad?
I want to empty my home
I want to empty my life of Max
I will be wearing pink pyjamas
And listening to oldies
Copyright © Floral Flowers | Year Posted 2016
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