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Charles Devon
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It's funny that I really fell this hard
In and outta feeling some regard
Will I ever really love the same
Do I really got to beg to stay
Feeling kinda low and Dark
Thinking how I really played a part
Can we really call it growing pains
If we never ever really change
Why do we fight just to call it Draw
If I bear all the blame, then baby this war
You wanted a man that's without insecure
But your scars run deep and it's there at the core
I took, took all the stones and I packed all our roadblocks
I took, took all of the good and bad from all of the talks
I wrote l, wrote you a letter that you'll never read
And I got all in this soapbox and no I won't hop up until you hear me
Tell me where you going now
With all my stuff
Gave up my heart
And then packed it up
Telling everybody It
Was toxic love
But won't admit
To the push and shove
Been up all night
Constantly On my mind
Can you feel the burn
Deep down in my eyes
You hear it right when
I said goodbye
Won't stick around
I won't be that guy
Why do we fight just to call it draw
If I bear all the blame, then baby this is war
You wanted a man that's without insecure
But your scars run deep and it's there at the core
I took, took all the stones and I packed all our roadblocks
I took, took all of the good and bad from all of the talks
I wrote l, wrote you a letter that you'll never read
And I got all in this soapbox and no I won't hop up until you hear me
I've given it thought
And I don't regret the love that I gave
You needed it more than I ever
Thought anyway
Your silence ain't empty it's full
Of signs, I didn't want to see
And God is my witness I be damn
If I let you drown my peace
I took, took all the stones and I packed all our roadblocks
I took, took all of the good and bad from all of the talks
I wrote l, wrote you a letter that you'll never read
And I got all in this soapbox and no I won't hop up until you hear me
Written by: Charles Devon, Charles Wilson
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