
You asked why I make it so hard
to open up to someone
because when I start getting too close
that's when my heart starts to cry
I know the end before your lips touch
you come in, then stay for one night
I rush you to walk away and do ya thing
you stay, then I stay
it felt so good when we slept
But it doesn't work the same every day
my soul prints the pain in the white sheets
like I don't care
boys do this all the time
"you'll be ight"
But you don't remind me of the last one
I feel you're a special cloth
do we deserve something so pure, called love?
Come to the room
the calendar talks about our moon
please don't leave when they call
I still need your presence
you said my accent so pure
But I'm not an angel
ain't no good in my thoughts
all I need is your clingy ass from 9 months ago.
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