They told me I have to get used to,
These guys,
That want to give her their last name.
Sometimes, I feel like,
I'm gonna lose her from time to time,
And I feel like I'm to blame.
But then she smiles,
Takes away the worries,
And I let her know we're fine,
Then she turns away from me,
Talks about funny things,
Leaves me wanting her to Just be mine.
I wish I was the best damn poet,
The golden words, I would give her,
I swear.
Right when I'm about to,
Pour my heart out,
I turn to her,
Not being there.
"I listen I do!"
Well your talk isn't even close to, what could be the truth.
Sometimes I understand,
At others, I just need her hand,
But she can't fathom that,
My feelings, no one else can have 'em.
But her.
Talk is cheap baby,
She hates it when I doubt her,
Let's start new together,
Forget the bad that we once were.
Let me love you,
anywhere in anyway I can,
Cause I'm just tired of you pulling away,
With every chance I have.
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