Grown Up
Keep walking on these broken lines
When I'm with you am I wasting time?
Once hoping, now it's just a dream
And no one here even seems to hear me scream
Dim off the lights in hotel rooms
Cheap talk, the smell of her perfume
I feel so awake but I can't tell
For sure it feels like I am stuck inside this hell
When I'm with you am I wasting time?
Once hoping, now it's just a dream
And no one here even seems to hear me scream
Dim off the lights in hotel rooms
Cheap talk, the smell of her perfume
I feel so awake but I can't tell
For sure it feels like I am stuck inside this hell
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Writer(s): Christian Louie Baello, Louie Matthew Baello
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