A little can sits on the table,
Made of cardboard and marker,
Full of little papers, different colors and phrases
Of how much I love you
This is my confessional
I know its not professional
When it comes to love, its enough
This is my confessional
This all feels so silly
Writing down the ways
You make me smile and make me happy
That we ever crossed paths
This is my confessional
I know its not professional
When it comes to love, its enough
This is my confessional
If you’re ever feeling down
And I’m not around
This is my confessional
I know its not professional
When it comes to love, its enough
This is my confessional
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Coffee Can Confessional
I am streamer and I write lyrics that I hope to turn into actual songs one day.
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