Mr.stephen — Простите, Простите, Простите

I hurt you forever
I'm sorry
You have no room for me
I dropped it on the floor
I hear silence now
Louder than before juice sauce
Oh, I want the one good thing
F*ck
You're a f*ck
Thank you sorry
If there's a door still
I know the shape
I made
I know the market list
I take it back a thousand times
If I could
I had you forever
Sorry sorry sorry sorry