I must admit it, know we both think it
I can’t stand it, how we’re stuck right now
Stuck in the middle, verbal battle
We’re at a standstill, catching our breath right now
Funny how the World works, I put my heart in first
Showed you where it hurts, and where the knife is
We’re pretty on paper, but even paper burns
You grabbed the knife and I thought no wonder
No wonder we all have issues
No wonder we build up walls too
High to let anybody back in
No wonder
I am confessing, I’m guilty
I’ve stopped myself from pouring the truth out my mouth
Not good together, we’re not forever
You’ve never helped me up when I’ve fallen down
You’ll never tell me it’ll be alright
Yet I’ve stuck around and been by your side
You can’t look me in the eye
But I’ve opened mine, no wonder
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Brielle Edborg
Singer, songwriter, violinist, writer, law student. Two songs in the Top10 on Billboard
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