Letra da Música Sincerely, Empty de Spitalfield

These days go by and no one knows
how much I've tried to let her know.
And some would say that it's how things go,
but I would say that I hardly know.

I make myself sick and I talk to myself, better.
I make myself sick and I talk to myself, better.
I make myself sick and I talk to myself, better.
I make myself sick and I talk to myself, better.

I'll try not to quiver and hold her hand
and try not to say things that make her mad.
Until I get to watch her sleep.
I won't let myself fall in too deep.

I make myself sick and I talk to myself, better.
I make myself sick and I talk to myself, better.
I make myself sick and I talk to myself, better.
I make myself sick and I talk to myself, better.

Sincerely, empty.

Sincerely, empty...