Well, I’ve been waking up under blades, blue blossom daysIf only Damocles would hit me backNo alabaster carvings or faces on a farthingWould prevent my head from fading to blackAnd it feels like falling into ادامه مطلب

Count me out like sovereigns, payback for the good timesRight foot in the roses, left foot on a landmineI’m not gonna be there tripping on the grapevineThey can sing the words while I cry into ادامه مطلب

Hand to God, I promised, I triedThere’s no stone left unturnedIt’s not what you did, it’s what you didn’tYou were there, but you weren’tGot so used to you lettin’ me downNo use tryna send flowers ادامه مطلب

[Pre-Chorus: John Mayer]You love, who you loveWho you loveYou love, who you loveWho you love [Verse 1: John Mayer]My girl, she isn’t the oneI saw comingAnd sometimes I don’t know which way to goAnd I ادامه مطلب

You sent a textIt’s like the wind changed your mindWe were best friendsYeah, we were building our livesWith every kiss and every letterEvery promise of foreverOh, but you hit sendAnd disappeared in front of my ادامه مطلب

I was fine before I met youTruth is that I lost myself inside youIt is not fair to put all that on youBut you took control of a vulnerable soul (yeah)I am my mother’s daughterAnd ادامه مطلب

[Verse 1]I know there’s gotta be rain if I want the rainbowsAnd I know the higher I climb, the harder the wind blowsYeah, I’ve gone to sleep night after night punching a pillowBut do you ادامه مطلب

I won’t just surviveOh, you will see me thriveCan’t write my storyI’m beyond the archetypeI won’t just conformNo matter how you shake my core‘Cause my roots, they run deep, ohOh ye of so little faith, ادامه مطلب

I used to bite my tongue and hold my breathScared to rock the boat and make a messSo I sat quietly, agreed politelyI guess that I forgot I had a choiceI let you push me ادامه مطلب

I’m uptightPlaying by the rules in this game of life365 days on the grindSomething’s stirring, I might need to unwindThen, there’s youTexting me a little bubble of troubleI’ve tried to ignore these thoughts that rumbleI ادامه مطلب

You look so wonderful in your dressI love your hair like thatThe way it falls on the side of your neckDown your shoulders and backWe are surrounded by all of these liesAnd people that talk ادامه مطلب

White lips, pale faceBreathing in snowflakesBurnt lungs, sour tasteLight′s gone, day’s endStruggling to pay rentLong nights, strange menAnd they say, she′s in the Class A TeamStuck in her daydreamBeen this way since eighteen but lately ادامه مطلب

I’m not a rapper, I’m a singer with a flowI’ve got a habit of spittingQuicker lyrics you knowYou found me ripping the writtensOut of the pages they sit inAnd never once I get bittenBecause plagiarism ادامه مطلب

I took the supermarket flowers from the windowsillI threw the day-old tea from the cupPacked up the photo album Matthew had madeMemories of a life that’s been lovedTook the get well soon cards and stuffed ادامه مطلب