بيقول في حقي كلام كتر مش حلو ليه
بيقول مليش لازمه ف حياتو من النهارده
وعشان مهوش عارف يقول بغلط في ايه
بيقول تعب مني عشان
مشاعري بارده
بيقول في حقي كلام كتر مش حلو ليه
بيقول مليش لازمه ف حياتو من النهارده
وعشان مهوش عارف يقول بغلط في ايه
بيقول تعب مني عشان
مشاعري بارده
لو فيا عيب مش عيب يقول للناس عليه
ويحاكي فيه .. مهو مش صغير ع الكلام ده
مصدومه بجد ومش بنطق ولا عارفه ارد
مصدومه بجد ومش بنطق ولا عارفه ارد
مصدومه عشان شكلو فعيني بقى مش ولا بد
لو طول الوقت هنفضل نتكلم على بعض
هنخلي ايه للغرب عشان يحكوا فيه
ازاي بينسى عشانو ياما عملت ايه
ازاي بينسى عشانو ياما عملت ايه
بعد امّا كل حاجه حلوة عرفها بيا
معقول بقيت دلوقتي مش حلوه ف عينيه
معقول كمان كل العبر طلها فيّا
بالخير انا من يومي بتكلم عليه
وهيخسر ايه
لو بالخير اتكلم عليّا
Why does he say such bad thing about me?
He says there is no place for me in his life from this day on,
And because he cannot tell me what I did wrong,
He says he`s tired of me because my feelings are cold
If there was something wrong with me, there should be nothing wrong in sharing it
And talking about it... He is not a child, why does he talk this way?
I`m really shocked, speechless, and dont know how to reply
Schoked most of all because he has disappointed me
If we spent our time talking about each other
What would there be left, for the other people to talk about
How could he forget everything I did for him?
After all that prettiness he saw in me
How could I possibly have become this bad in his eyes?
How could he possibly have made up all these things about me?
From the first day, all I did was say good things about him
How hard would it be for him.... to say good things about me
He says there is no place for me in his life from this day on,
And because he cannot tell me what I did wrong,
He says he`s tired of me because my feelings are cold
If there was something wrong with me, there should be nothing wrong in sharing it
And talking about it... He is not a child, why does he talk this way?
I`m really shocked, speechless, and dont know how to reply
Schoked most of all because he has disappointed me
If we spent our time talking about each other
What would there be left, for the other people to talk about
How could he forget everything I did for him?
After all that prettiness he saw in me
How could I possibly have become this bad in his eyes?
How could he possibly have made up all these things about me?
From the first day, all I did was say good things about him
How hard would it be for him.... to say good things about me
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