Gizelle Smith все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

I'm on the run from some trivial things
I'm feeling numb and my hands are cold
I should be crying but my eyes are dry
I'm feeling nothing and I don't know why
I need to leave gotta find my keys
It must be fake news, fake news I see
It's such a shame, I really like my home
But I pack my car with my emotional load

It's a curious thing
What do you do?
Nothing!
Exactly

But you're on my screen
I don't know you
And yet your face is everywhere