Lyrics

We make, we break, you call me on the telephone To tell me what is wrong Did you forget all of the conversations And everything you already said? But I don't want to be somebody else Or this monster you have made me out to be But I don't really feel like being myself When you keep on draining all the best from me You take your jealous observations And throw them in my face Did you believe that I would want to stay here And stick around and be your saving grace? But I don't wanna be somebody else Or this monster you have made me out to be But I don't really feel like being myself When you keep on draining all the best from me All the best from me All the best from me All the best from me All the best from me We make, we break, you call me on the telephone To tell me what is wrong
Writer(s): Jarren Jarred Benton, Charles Stephens Iii, Robert Edward Stribling, Christopher Parker, Theartis Jeron Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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