Žodžiai dainai: The Horrors. Primary Colours. Who Can Say.

I never meant for you to get hurt
And how I tried, oh how I tried
I could never give you just what you deserved
Another man would surely learn

I know these words
They only serve to twist the knife
But I will try to make them heard
Maybe it's better now I've gone away
Maybe it's not, oh who can say

And though it's hard for me to say
I know you're better off this way

And when I told her
I didn't love her anymore, she cried
And when I told her
Her kisses were not like before, she cried

And when I told her
Another girl had caught my eye, she cried
And then I kissed her
With a kiss that could only mean goodbye

And though it's hard for me to say
Maybe you're better off this way
And though it's hard for me to say
I know you're better off this way

Get away, get away
Get away, get away
Get away, get away