Going through old pictures in my bed
Reading through the scriptures that you sent
Waiting on my turnabout
Until then I cry, cry
Must I be staring at old pictures on the wall?
People that are gone their faces I never see no more
Is it so wrong that I think you're not for me
Cause you don't call, cause you don't call
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Airing out the gun I shot impatient, from way up, my god, my conversation skills have gone down the drain
His eyes are watching me right through the wall, will I stumble and fall?
Must I be staring at old pictures on the wall?
People that are gone their faces I never see no more
Is it so wrong that I think you're not for me
Cause you don't call, cause you don't call
Must I be staring at old pictures on the wall?
People that are gone their faces I never see no more
Is it so wrong that I think you're not for me
Cause you don't call, cause you don't call
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