Текст: Indiana Evans. I Don't Mind.

Sing me songs like
you wrote while I slept.
Tear up the photographs
of me that you kept.

I will never give up
hope of your return
that I will ever learn.

I could never hold you down.

Of this few love, that
I?m now going telling everyone
that you were mine.

That I don?t mind,
I don?t mind.