Lucrecia Dalt
Mel
I look around so I see
Inside you what I care
You come around to find me
Could this be love? I wonder

I look around so I see
Inside you what I care
You come around to find me
Could this be love? I wonder

I just don't care the realness is so strange
I try to understand, the things I do

I want to take, the things and throw away
The ones that I select, to just feel good

I just don't care the realness is so strange
I try to understand, the things I do