Too Much.

Too much, thatʼs what I gave you.

but youʼd never see anything through my view

as for every turn youʼd take, my love only grew

all my promises, i always followed through

even the one when i said my love never withdrew

 

Enough , thatʼs what I never was.

sometimes I wished for a pause

to fix the flaws

all i wanted was your applause

 

Nothing, thatʼs what you gave me.

but you could never agree

maybe i was the only one that could see the reality

 

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