When words bleed out of my mouth
I forget just how fragile you seem to be right now,
and I'm sorry if I ever let you down
and I'm sorry if I filled your head with doubt
I forgot how cruel the world has been to you right now
How far can you go when you're lay on the floor?
And what does it mean when you remember your dreams
When you didn't think you could dream anymore?
I think you know the score
Cause you're more to me than anyone else that came before
Then words spill out of my mouth
I forget just how tactile I have to be right now
and I'm sorry if I let you down
and filled your head with doubt
I forgot how cruel the world has been to you right now
How far can you go when you're lay on the floor?
And what does it mean when you remember your dreams
When you didn't think you could dream anymore?
I think you know the score
Cause you're more to me than anyone else that came before
About the Creator
Frankie Martinelli
Musician.
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