All songs are over, all bows are ripped off
White shirt and plaid skirt
It's wrong that we come home late
There's no rules when the music is over
Only five minutes left, I'm still underage
I wanna run away but I have no place to go
In my bag I have only cigarettes and water
Somwhere far away your trouble-girl is waiting
My mom don't wanna understand that I'm just a player
That I don't need anyone but I'm still running away
My mom don't wanna understand that I'm just a player
I don't love anyone, so how I got like this?
My mom don't wanna understand that I'm just a player
That I don't need anyone but I'm still running away
My mom don't wanna understand that I'm just a player
I don't love anyone, so how I got like this?
Notes on the mirror and my wet hair
Disorientation, downed compasses
Fuck this doubts and obligations
There are suspensions and evidences
Only five minutes left, I'm still underage
I wanna run away but I have no place to go
In my bag I have only cigarettes and water
Somwhere far away your trouble-girl is waiting
My mom don't wanna understand that I'm just a player
That I don't need anyone but I'm still running away
My mom don't wanna understand that I'm just a player
I don't love anyone, so how I got like this?
My mom don't wanna understand that I'm just a player
That I don't need anyone but I'm still running away
My mom don't wanna understand that I'm just a player
I don't love anyone, so how I got like this?
Nobody's looking for me, nobody knows me
Nobody loves me and nobody understands me
Nobody's worth me, I've already gotten my lesson
She doesn't know who am I, I'm in risk of destruction
My mom don't wanna understand that I'm just a player
That I don't need anyone but I'm still running away
My mom don't wanna understand that I'm just a player
I don't love anyone, so how I got like this?
All songs are over, all bows are ripped off
White shirt and plaid skirt
It's wrong that we come home late
There's no rules when the music is over