Paroles & traductions de Robert Grace

Twenty-seven, life is armageddon I've got clinical depression 'cause my mind's an imperfectionist I fall asleep, wait, I don't wanna wake up But I never wanna take another pill to make me fake fine

Well it was the start of something great I followed your heart to the good place So close together for the rest of our lives Married to a man who makes music at night Nothing could be better but I