You know yesterday when
Your ear burned
So, it was me
Talking about you
About how many time you swore
That you loved only me, that you loved only me
Lie
I am just a fool
That entered to your collection
One more finger on the hand
To help to count
Your disappointment cases
I turned into the chorus of the sore fashion
Look what you did to my life
I turned into the chorus of the sore fashion
I became known on the plaza
As the woman that you played
Now it's over