LYRICS

Talk to the cup - they listen, come on, tell that they left,
returning many times, but this is now - not me.
talk to all other women want to look like me??
Let me uttered a coarse word ready, you hate me love.

Chorus:
shooting star you wished no longer want me,
her fall and pray to you true, otherwise know.
my star who shone, all nights will ruin you,
will shine, will burn to remind you how much I’m gone you.

Tell your friends how given me and have made,
and whatever their claims as always save him.
Talk to all other women want to look like me??
Let me uttered a coarse word ready, you hate me love.

Chorus: (x2)