Letter From Roy کے بول

Calm down and sit with me You're not mine, I'm yours 'Cause I'm kissing you, that's where I should be You’re not mine, I'm yours I'm, I'm all yours I'm, I'm all yours There's no need to cry You got pretty strong now The knife cut real deep I might just lay on the floor I must look pretty dumb now, so tired and weak You're still the girl I adore I'm, I'm all yours I'm, I'm all yours There's no need to cry, to cry