Текст: Typecast. February.

the floor is empty where we used to lie i remember every moments im with you the season is changing the summer is here i wish to be with you i want you here here i am expecting for the best and there you are a hundred miles away there's nothing to do im so in-to you the TV. don't mean anything now you're the one you're every thing i need i miss the cold February's gone when can i see you again? i don't want to spend the summer al