It's been two years, eight months and a day Walking 'round in New York in the rain And right now, I'm a walking cliché It's been two years, eighth months, nothing's changed I'm out here tryna love somebody I tell myself I'm doing well But every time I think about you It still hurts like hell Where'd you meet? Where's he from? What's his name? Does he touch? Does he love you the same? And I know I'm a walking cliché It's been two years, eight months, nothing's changed I'm out here tryna love somebody I tell myself I'm doing well But every time I think about you It still hurts like hell By now you're probably loving somebody By now you're probably doing well But every time I think about you It still hurts like hell It still hurts like hell It still hurts like hell I close my eyes, and you're here in my mind I close my eyes, and you're here for a while I'm out here tryna love somebody I'm out here all by myself And every time I think about you It still hurts like hell By now you're probably loving somebody By now you're probably doing well But every time I think about you Oh, yeah, it still hurts like hell, yeah Yeah, oh yeah, oh, yeah It still hurts like hell Yeah, oh yeah, oh, yeah It still hurts like hell
@Crissj.mp32 жыл бұрын
I love this version too
@Weavingtones2 жыл бұрын
This man followed me on tik tok, This must be a message, thank you for guiding me to your content! Soul tribes