anna bäckman

I can't afford this heart?
Still I am responsible if it will fall apart.
Believe me, I don't want to go.

You won't believe it's true, when I tell you 'bout my feelings
and what you're supposed to do. I'm sorry, but I don't want to go.

But baby, I tell ya, my heart is freaking out when I held ya.
Even in the best of days love will be hard and hearts will be faking.
Baby, you're glistening, I see it in your eyes that you're listening.
Do you even understand I have to let go of your hand?

And then you believe in me,
you took me by my hand and told me that I made you free.
I need you, I need you to know.