Not The One Sam Smith - I--39-m

“I’m not the one… who’s gonna hurt you… I’m not the one…”

It was three in the morning, and the dashboard lights of Emma’s car glowed a dull, defeated orange. She was parked outside a house she no longer lived in, watching a single lamp flicker in the upstairs window. The lamp belonged to Sam. I--39-m Not The One Sam Smith

Emma had expected honesty. Fidelity. The bare minimum. And according to Sam, that was too much. “I’m not the one… who’s gonna hurt you…

“I know exactly how you get. That’s the problem.” I--39-m Not The One Sam Smith