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produced by me
written by me

these lonely nights i just sit and write,
my heart and my mind get into a fight,
write all these songs, try to right my wrongs,
picking up my pieces from night til dawn,
they been left out, right on the lawn,
i cant find them, a part of me is gone but,
its cool, you probably took it when you left,
silent when you walked like an unspoken theft,
lets not forget, i forget the taste of your lips,
now my wishes and memories are all fuckin mixed,
i cant tell the difference between the two,
never spoke a word, but always wished that you knew,
you brang me down, when i was up in my prime,
now im struggling to find the right rhymes,

left me, with nothing but hope,
but i would rather travel the globe,
than to be here with all the feelings you bring,
i guess our thing was just a fling,
dont get so bent out of shape,
this is all just your charade,
and you play it from start to finish,
but i dont want to be finished,

thats cool didnt want you anyway,
i know im lying but theres nothing else to say,
im here, trying to be heroic,
but, you were never devoted,
and i dont know how i feel,
sometimes i need you and sometimes you know the deal,
stay away, dont talk, for a few days,
but love always wins its always been that way,

in the end, life is small,
no one really knows the point of it all,
yeah, sometimes im gonna fall.
your always right and im always wrong,
come stay in my heart, be my guest,
im sorry if its all just a mess,
its me and you against the world,
honestly, im betting on us girl,

had me at hello, 
tried to keep it mellow,
screaming for your name, now all i hear are echoes,
telling me maybe i should let go,
but i tried to, and that was years ago,
left me outside im freezing,
your love is what im needing,
but its not what im receiving,
and i dont know the reason, 
maybe i just need someone to believe in,
relentlessly trying to stop you from leaving,


left me, with nothing but hope,
but i would rather travel the globe,
than to be here with all the feelings you bring,
i guess our thing was just a fling,
dont get so bent out of shape,
this is all just your charade,
and you play it from start to finish,
but i dont want to be finished,

hope

melancholic writer of ‘Letters for You’.

just a simple girl who wants to be noticed

hope

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