Lost in Thoughts
Thinkin' to myself, was it all worth it
'Cause losing you was the worst of it
Your love, I need more of it
'Cause it's the cure, it's the cure, for my broken heart
Our love was so perfect back then, I'm sure of it
Hate life so much without it
Often I find myself lost in my thoughts
And my heart drops
My stomach does flip flops thinkin' bout what we have lost
Often I find myself lost in my thoughts
And my heart drops
My stomach does flip flops thinkin' bout what we have lost
Feelin' unhappy without a doubt
So I try to shut you out, baby
It's clear to me I have to live without
It's so hard, It's so hard
But I try wipin' these tears from my eyes
Here I go
Straight from the soul, this verse I wrote
Having a panic attack in the back of a Cadillac, sad 'cause I can't let go
I cannot cope, I can't find hope, shit
She left me and I broke, damn
Sad, stuck in the past
Reaching for something that I never had
Ruthless
The abusive shit
Now I'm back at stage one and I'm used to it
Missin' her it's my fault
Pick it up when I call
Often I find myself lost in my thoughts
And my heart drops
My stomach does flip flops thinkin' bout what we have lost
'Cause losing you was the worst of it
Your love, I need more of it
'Cause it's the cure, it's the cure, for my broken heart
Our love was so perfect back then, I'm sure of it
Hate life so much without it
Often I find myself lost in my thoughts
And my heart drops
My stomach does flip flops thinkin' bout what we have lost
Often I find myself lost in my thoughts
And my heart drops
My stomach does flip flops thinkin' bout what we have lost
Feelin' unhappy without a doubt
So I try to shut you out, baby
It's clear to me I have to live without
It's so hard, It's so hard
But I try wipin' these tears from my eyes
Here I go
Straight from the soul, this verse I wrote
Having a panic attack in the back of a Cadillac, sad 'cause I can't let go
I cannot cope, I can't find hope, shit
She left me and I broke, damn
Sad, stuck in the past
Reaching for something that I never had
Ruthless
The abusive shit
Now I'm back at stage one and I'm used to it
Missin' her it's my fault
Pick it up when I call
Often I find myself lost in my thoughts
And my heart drops
My stomach does flip flops thinkin' bout what we have lost
Credits
Writer(s): Deja Kanuha
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