Get on without my guy.
You went back to what you knew,
So far removed from all that we went through.
And I tread a troubled track,
My odds are stacked.
I'll go back to black...
Get on without my guy.
You went back to what you knew,
So far removed from all that we went through.
And I tread a troubled track,
My odds are stacked.
I'll go back to black...