He doesn’t see the pain in my heart,
The pain that’s tearing me apart,
Why can’t he love me right,
And notice the obvious that’s in his visual sight,
That I need him to be here for me,
But I’m not the type to make a savy plea,
I give him blank on points and signs,
But he never can read the lines,
I hate it and I am worn out,
With a thousand holes and one big gout,
I trust you to be smart and protect me your girl,
But it doesn’t happen and I’m at the point I want to hurl,
Goodnight sweet dreams at least that’s what we say,
And everyday I pretend that I’m okay..
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 12:44 AM UTC
He doesn’t see the pain in my heart,
The pain that’s tearing me apart,
Why can’t he love me right,
And notice the obvious that’s in his visual sight,
That I need him to be here for me,
But I’m not the type to make a savy plea,
I give him blank on points and signs,
But he never can read the lines,
I hate it and I am worn out,
With a thousand holes and one big gout,
I trust you to be smart and protect me your girl,
But it doesn’t happen and I’m at the point I want to hurl,
Goodnight sweet dreams at least that’s what we say,
And everyday I pretend that I’m okay..
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