Song : Crying in the club

Aritiste : Camilla Cabello

Stepping into the neon lighted building, I let a tear escape my eye.

That's the last tear I'll cry for him.

I allow my legs to lead me to the most magnetic being in the middle of the dancefloor.

The blue light makes her slender arms look like tentacles, silently beckoning me into their warm embrace.

The green causes her eyes to look like little dark bulbs, illuminated by jealousy.

The red ones outline her lips, making them look more luscious than ever.

I'm pulled into the heat of sweaty bodies and gyrating hips, but hers gets to me.

I feel a connection, opening my heart up, and ridding it of all his memories.

Her fingers bring me more ecstasy as they drag themselves along my arms.

Her lips scorch my neck as they smear themselves along the hot flesh.

Her legs tangle with mine against the hard wall.

It's two contrasting feelings, hard wall, soft skin. But it drives me nuts.

I continue to dance, letting our bodies melt together.

For once in my entire life, the noise of the club brings me more peace than the most secluded part of my heart.

And I can't risk crying.