Tell Me Why
End of the day it's you
Start of the day it's you
I think about you
But I never think you through
Never would've loved if I knew
It would be like this
Throw shade and I miss
You never catch hint's
Stop seeing life through a tint
You talk and still slip
Tell me about this
I don't give a fuck what you say let's split
But you ain't my girl
That's when the shit get tricky
I end up sucking on your titty
Start fucking on your body
You tell me you got me
I know what this is
I know I give in
I let you win
I let you abuse me
The pain and the pleasure so mixed
The clear and the dark don't mix
But I keep drinking this drink
Fuck what I think
You got me so stressed
You make me feel less
You make me drink more, sleep less
Think more, dream less
Smoke more, eat less
Your color, your vibe, your eyes
I saw you and died
Wheres my escape
I keep turning the page
But the story the same
It's your birthday
And I won't call you
Won't even text you
The fuck am I thinking
My own love is missing
I don't love myself, I'm different
I'm missing in my head
I'm changing, I'm bad
Punching the wall
Hand so bloody
Don't say that you love me
If you don't love me
Fuck your whole life
Sorry I'm bad at goodbye's
Start of the day it's you
I think about you
But I never think you through
Never would've loved if I knew
It would be like this
Throw shade and I miss
You never catch hint's
Stop seeing life through a tint
You talk and still slip
Tell me about this
I don't give a fuck what you say let's split
But you ain't my girl
That's when the shit get tricky
I end up sucking on your titty
Start fucking on your body
You tell me you got me
I know what this is
I know I give in
I let you win
I let you abuse me
The pain and the pleasure so mixed
The clear and the dark don't mix
But I keep drinking this drink
Fuck what I think
You got me so stressed
You make me feel less
You make me drink more, sleep less
Think more, dream less
Smoke more, eat less
Your color, your vibe, your eyes
I saw you and died
Wheres my escape
I keep turning the page
But the story the same
It's your birthday
And I won't call you
Won't even text you
The fuck am I thinking
My own love is missing
I don't love myself, I'm different
I'm missing in my head
I'm changing, I'm bad
Punching the wall
Hand so bloody
Don't say that you love me
If you don't love me
Fuck your whole life
Sorry I'm bad at goodbye's
Credits
Writer(s): William Hale
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