Woorden: Skunk Anansie. Smashes And Trashes. Twisted (Everyday Hurts).

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I cried on my blood day
There was nothing that I
Could hold on to
Just a line could have helped
Remind me of you, of you

I screamed till the blood came
I was living in a cloud of hope
Lover's kiss then they make a wish
To the end, they pretend

Everyday hurts a little more
Everyday hurts a little more
And I'll do anything
Yes I'll do anything
To belong
To be strong
To say there's nothing wrong
Everyday hurts a little more
Everyday hurts a little more
And I'll do anything
Yes I'll do anything
To belong
To be strong
To say there's nothing wrong
Everyday hurts

I cried in the sunlight
Would I fake all the times I loved you
Just to play in a game of twisted with you
With you
I need to believe you
Sacrificed all the lies we made up
How we kissed then we made our wish
to the end, to the end

Repeat chorus

Time made me confide in you
So contrived were the words you sold me
Now nothing can swallow
The feeling so shallow inside