Dear Tay, I see it all now that you're gone.
Don't you think you were too talented
To be messed with?
The girl in the dress
Lost her sound in the studio, you should've known.
Well maybe it’s me
And my blind optimism to blame
Or maybe it’s you and your sick need
To give jams then take it away...
Don't you think you were too talented
To be messed with?
The girl in the dress
Lost her sound in the studio, you should've known.
Well maybe it’s me
And my blind optimism to blame
Or maybe it’s you and your sick need
To give jams then take it away...