At what point does this stop
Because it feels overrated
I feel like my heartache has gone on too long it’s been overstated
So many nights I cried myself to sleep
I prayed to the Lord my soul to keep
My mind was lost
It was constantly faded
But I wanted to be with you so I constantly waited
Thought you’d wake up and see that this was the mess you created
You strung me along
Had me hanging on by a thread
And to this day you always deny every bad thing you ever said
Saying I’m liar
That I’m not to be trusted
But you just mad because everyone knows who you really are and you’ve already been busted
I will never let myself get into this type situation again
I kiss the abusing guys goodbye
You guys ain’t even real men.
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 8:41 AM UTC
At what point does this stop
Because it feels overrated
I feel like my heartache has gone on too long it’s been overstated
So many nights I cried myself to sleep
I prayed to the Lord my soul to keep
My mind was lost
It was constantly faded
But I wanted to be with you so I constantly waited
Thought you’d wake up and see that this was the mess you created
You strung me along
Had me hanging on by a thread
And to this day you always deny every bad thing you ever said
Saying I’m liar
That I’m not to be trusted
But you just mad because everyone knows who you really are and you’ve already been busted
I will never let myself get into this type situation again
I kiss the abusing guys goodbye
You guys ain’t even real men.
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