[Verse 1: Z. SMITH]
Used to count up all my blessings and place 'em on one hand
Stare at four fingers remaining, a thumb, and think I’m damned
Feeling like the missing piece of the puzzle would wear the label
Of a beautiful young woman, whose love would keep me stable
Whose path would keep me straight
Ignore all my mistakes
Whose whispers in my ear, would tell me I will be great
Thought that constant one-on-one & support was all I need
Keep repressing & praying but damn it ain't enough for me
'Cause I’ve been tossing & turning in a bеd that's too snug
Love is too sweet it's like candy I need drugs
No more hugs and sweet talk
I need fighting and chеap shots
Want that fucking when I break down the door that you just locked

[Pre-Chorus: Z. SMITH]
'Cause I got cravings for pain
And they won't leave me
Got a passion for scrapping
Then making up when you tease me
Want you to break me down
And act like you'll never need me
I need to feel that type of hurt to know I feel now
Ya feel me?
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