This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things by The Blackout 🎵
She looks at him Her heart beat starts to melt She said “I made you up to hurt myself” You leave the room and I smell you on my clothes You're dangerous and beautiful My thorn and my rose
Let's just make this clear. There's nowhere better then here
I don't care what you're thinking I don't care what you're saying When everything is gone, you'll still be begging for more ♪ ♫ ♪
