Tears - Peg Parnevik

You say I’m not pretty, I’m not anything

Talk me down, but I’m not listening

I try so hard, then fall apart

Do you realise, your dirty words have weight

What they do?

I might gotta feel the pressure

I might gotta feeling all the lows

Writing myself this letter

Tell her «go dancing on your own»

Save all of your tears for later

Go ahead and buy her a drink on me

You can have a thing and the you leave

You don’t need anybody else

Save all of your tears for later

You got your back and that’s all you need

Remember that talk of shame

You don’t need anybody

Keep my head, I’ll be the way it goes

Now looking in the mirror, I see cold

'caus I’ve been taking all the love for myslf

Dress it up

Yeah, I might take me home