JamBeats, Davvi - So Low

You change your tone,
left me alone.
Your cold goodbye, cut like good.
You came to me.
Call it out.
Your fing touch don't mean that much.
So, so you said,
but you let me go.
Heat. Heat. Heat.
Heat.
Heat.
You turn to dust.
I lost my trust.
Your empty st
was never fair.
You came too late.
Call it out.
Your fing touch don't mean that much.