sleepless nights- nirvahe
i know your tired of the constant texts,the constant ventin
i know for a fact its an obsession/
I’m just tired, i need some sleep,
i tried coutin sheep/, i tried xanex
constantly contemplating on whether
i should press "send text "
never thought I’d be calling you my ex/
your green eyes were my escape
like a runaway in the hills of a green valley
you used to be so fucked up about me/
baby,i know I fucked up shit
so I cry,while I get lit
hoping this shit will make me content/
i know I’m not the same
damn whats the difference
between love and pain/
I’m hoping I can somehow trespass
into your heart
and i hope that shit last
and for a chance of a a fresh new start/
I remember the first time you
whispered i love you in my ear
I swea to god you stopped my heart/
I felt a mutual feeling
took my heart before , i blinked
should of told you theres no stealing\
cause now I’m hurt
and theres no way of healing/
whats the difference between
a blessing and a curse
Im a prisoner of remorse/
I lost your 6’4 feet of perfection
i guess that explains my depression
take this feeling outta me,like a c-section
but I always show you some type of affection/
I’d put my pride aside
just to be you your ride or die
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