Fake Soul Songtext
von Bunkbed

You were probably asleep
When I lit the match
Poured the gasoline
Over my sorry head
What were you dreaming of
During that blissful sleep?
Its not your problem now


It′s over, at least I thought it was
It's over, it never ends
It′s over, at least I thought it was
It's over, it never ends

I'm glad I got this out
I feel ridiculous
I′ll see you later on
I won′t be missed

It's over, at least I thought it was
It′s over, it never ends