Wrong along

heavily pregnant silence gave birth to another fight

You left to your place and I left to mine

It´s sick, it´s sick, it´s sick, it´s sick

You being always too busy and me always ready

For a text:

“Good night sweety, you´ll always be my boy!”

We´re in love but somehow wrong

We´re in love but just can´t get along

I wish I could tell you to leave

I wish I´d be the one always busy

Writing:

“Good night sweety, you´ll always be my boy!”.