Be my Saturnine

The day I went away
I had to screw you over,
You guess I didn’t know, mh?
All the stuff I left you with
Is way too much to handle,
But you guess I don’t care, mh?

I don’t need to preach,
I don’t have to love you all the time…

Whatever on Earth possessed me
To make this bold decision
You guess I don’t need you, mh?
While whispering those words,
You cried like a baby,
Hoping I would care, mh…

I don’t need to preach,
I don’t have to love you all the time…

I don’t have to preach all the time…




Una cosa è certa: è un bello schifo anche stare da questa parte di Saturnine.