Everything was my fault
Don’t worry about that
And here I’m singing the last song for you
And these are the last words I write for you

Maybe that’s what you want me to
What else you could expect from a fool?

I know you won’t drop me a line
‘Cause I’m not that special kind
Once I had a mind to lose
I’ve also ruined my blue suede shoes
You don’t know how it’s hard to tell
That it’s too late, farewell

Composição: Vinikov