They ask me if i'm lonely and when I reply with yes my day starts with me rolling over staring at the other side of the bed, and ends the same. do you know the kind of heartache that brings? |
Spilled my heart out to you, |
Is this what you wanted? |
Back to the drawing board, |
Pour the liquor, I'll take the shots. |
One day you'll realize who has stronger love, |
And my heart started screaming, |
But when i let it into my body, |
Its becoming harder and harder to tell whats real. |
He makes my lips smile, |