˙ 𖥦 ⪧ ◟Roier ˒ ˶

One because he's poor and ugly, man, but he's got a craving, oh man.
I'm wearing a black shirt, today my love is in mourning
Today I have a sorrow in my soul, and it's because of your spell.
Today I know that you no longer love me, and that's what hurts me the most.
I have a black shirt and a sorrow that hurts.
It seems I was left all alone.
And your whole lie was pure.
What damn bad luck I have
That day I found you
For drinking from the wicked poison of your love
I was left dying and full of pain
I breathed in that bitter smoke of your goodbye
And since you left, I've only ever been alone
I have, I have the black shirt because my soul is black.
I lost my composure because of you, and I almost lost my bed too.
Bed, bed, come on, baby, I tell you discreetly
I'm wearing a black shirt and underneath I have the deceased.
To bury it in you whenever you want, baby, hooray!
Just like you heard, girl
I'm wearing a black shirt, I'm no longer interested in your love.
What tasted like heaven yesterday tastes like pure today
Wednesday afternoon and you still haven't arrived, you haven't even shown any signs of life.
And me in my black shirt, and your suitcases at the door
It seems I was left all alone.
And your whole lie was pure.
What damn bad luck I have
That day I found you
For drinking from the wicked poison of your love
I was left dying and full of pain
I breathed in that bitter smoke of your goodbye
And since you left, I've only ever been alone
I have, I have the black shirt because my soul is black.
I lost my composure because of you, and I almost lost my bed too.
Bed, bed, come on, baby, I tell you discreetly
I'm wearing a black shirt and underneath I have the deceased.
I wear a black shirt because my soul is black.
I lost my composure because of you, and I almost lost my bed too.
Bed, bed, come on, baby, I tell you discreetly
I'm wearing a black shirt and underneath I have the deceased.