Communication is the Key
Frustrated...
And its complicatin
debatin over and over
who's wrong and who's right
not talkin for days
then forgettin why we fight
temptation heals the stress
and at that moment its alright
until another day and another night
we begin to lose sight and it might
look like it aint right, anymore.
neither of us are sure
because we chose to ignore
whats laid out on the floor
we talk things out
but its the same situation again
lettin go doesnt make us win
so i fight that urge because you have
always been my friend.
im reachin a breaking point
every woman has their turn
and if i walk away i will learn
you only go back if it burns
and if he's there to cool me off
be my man not blow me off
we have a chance to work it off
i get so sick it makes me cough
he has a side to put it out
my side feels better when i shout it out
he holds me close to squeeze it out
i open my eyes,
a dream that counts.
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