Texty

She's got her head to my heart Blue eyes bloodshot And I can tell she's nervous I lay her down to rest Then offer an ear But she don't feel like talking now So I tell her I'm making way She smiles and tells me There's something missing And though I know This ain't the worst It still hurts I take a walk through her mind I see a room of lies A place for my sorrow She keeps me close to her side And pushes me near When she's feeling borrowed And you'll be the only one, I ever look for But you're always somewhere else And though I know This ain't the worst It still hurts And though I know This ain't the worst It still hurts
Writer(s): Daniel Cherote Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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