Lletres: Gold Kids. Heartless Phonecalls.

So please don't cry again
you didn't get me
I just don't give a damn

Last time I tried
someone killed my hope
I started bleeding
It was a knife at my throat

Fuck all the presents
take them to the grave
if love is to die for
I just died the same

Go find someone else
I wish you good luck
Whatever you think
I just don't need a fuck