I write songs about the ghost Inside my house I see at night What's the difference if I finish Another song with the same old rhymes Same old sadeyes Same old mic Same old problems A brand new life I heard you broke down I heard you cried The day he left us The day your father died
If God was real then this wouldn't even happen at all I get visions of you and I guess you probably called People love you then leave you sometimes they don't have a choice Girl I hurt you the first time so could you lower your voice I stopped waiting for texts I stopped hopin' you'd change When you left me I lost it I got your message too late I never thought this would happen I never know what to say I guess I'm sorry you're hurting I wrote this song for you babe
I write songs about the ghost Inside my house I see at night What's the difference if I finish Another song with the same old rhymes Same old sadeyes Same old mic Same old problems A brand new life I heard you broke down I heard you cried The day he left us The day your father diedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
