Anna

Anna, how dare you don't even call me again?

You turned our thing into a bitter story

Good days comes and goes but in the and

Both of us, became lonely

I remember when we used to listen songs

All day long

Cheap wine and some Rolling Stones

Those were the days

You spitting in my shoes, ohh

And laughing for nothing

You were such a silly girl

How could a girl like you send me letters?

I know how much I kept them in mind

I bet you wish I could hold them forever

Sorry you're wrong 'cause I'm not that kind