SOONER OR LATER
I can still hear your voice in my head
Sooner or later you’re gonna regret losing me
Today or the next you will never forget me
When things get good, you hide inside yourself and run away
When you got what you desired, you made excuses and sabotaged it
Sooner or later you’re gonna regret losing me
Today or the next you will never forget me
When things get good, you hide inside yourself and run away
When you got what you desired, you made excuses and sabotaged it
One of these days you’re gonna look back for me and I won’t
be there
One day soon you’re gonna look back on us and miss me
Stop me when you think I’m wrong
One day soon you’re gonna look back on us and miss me
Stop me when you think I’m wrong
Why beg me to come back when you were going to tell me to go
away anyway?
What the hell did you want from me that I didn’t give?
Would it make you feel better if you knew how many times I ripped myself apart hoping you’d come to your senses?
What the hell did you want from me that I didn’t give?
Would it make you feel better if you knew how many times I ripped myself apart hoping you’d come to your senses?
As I sit here with head in hands, and tears streaming down
my face, I can’t breathe
Congrats on bringing me to my knees
I bend, but I do not break
Congrats on bringing me to my knees
I bend, but I do not break
So many words I should have said
So many words you didn’t say
What if I told you I know I can be intense?
I’m only passionate about things I love
Don’t mistake my intensity for your burden
And don’t mistake my kindness for weakness
So many words you didn’t say
What if I told you I know I can be intense?
I’m only passionate about things I love
Don’t mistake my intensity for your burden
And don’t mistake my kindness for weakness
I can still feel your skin
Today or tomorrow you’re gonna wake up
One day soon you’ll realize you need me
When things were good, we had it all
When you began to overthink and overanalyze, you ruined yourself
Today or tomorrow you’re gonna wake up
One day soon you’ll realize you need me
When things were good, we had it all
When you began to overthink and overanalyze, you ruined yourself
Betcha can’t even tell me why you pushed me away
Betcha don’t even know why it doesn’t feel right
Stop me when you think I’m wrong
Betcha don’t even know why it doesn’t feel right
Stop me when you think I’m wrong
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