Baby, you wrote love on me all over
I thought your words would help me grow
But it seemed my luck had no clover
There were books that I had yet to read and know
You weren’t being honest with me
We were just a made up story
No, you weren’t being honest with me
Pages after pages I couldn’t see
I’ve taken the pages
I’ve torn them apart
Replicating what you’ve done to my heart
Call it a board because you’ve thrown the dart
you’re the author of my broken heart
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 5:16 PM UTC
Baby, you wrote love on me all over
I thought your words would help me grow
But it seemed my luck had no clover
There were books that I had yet to read and know
You weren’t being honest with me
We were just a made up story
No, you weren’t being honest with me
Pages after pages I couldn’t see
I’ve taken the pages
I’ve torn them apart
Replicating what you’ve done to my heart
Call it a board because you’ve thrown the dart
you’re the author of my broken heart
