I wish I had the words but I don't, I wish you would listen but you won't.
My heart is bleeding out only for you, You toucher my soul babygirl you do.
You pushed me away because that ring on your finger, You might be gone but your presents will always linger.
I'm cursed with the burden of loving someone married, Ever since then a broken heart is all I've carried.
You've played me and made me think it was real, but all in all I knew the deal.
You have a ring on your finger for a reason, I love you to much to ask you to commit treason.
If someone asked you, you never loved me, I guess it's all in the past now I gotta let it and you be. Even though it breaks me.
Goodbye to the old me goodbye to you, You break hearts thats just what you do. That never stopped me from loving you.
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Jordan Drew
I'm just a kid that got fucked up by love and life I'm just tryna find my way back.
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