Sigma کے بول

You say i betray you That i´m always changing When all i really do Is not stay true to your illusions You phone & talk marriage Cover up the mouthpiece Cursing at your mother Grumbling ´bout your dinner I am not your possession Not another toy for the boy Weary of your direction Tired of your desire to control Honey, i´ve got tell you It´s like walking tightrope I´m leaving your island Built a ship of my own I just want simple peace So i say good bye, tatty bye