Chelsey
Chance after chance
I fuck things up
I don't want this to be over
I'll be there soon
How many times can I count to 2
Before I get to 3?
Us being over is over
This time for keeps
Please forgive me
I wanna work this out
If only I could find a way
Through this monsoon
I left for a reason
I'm sick of second chances
I can't believe you
I just want to be alone
My temper took control
Things so uncalled for
I promised you I'd never say
My attempt to prove my innocence
Though, I'm blatantly to blame
Shut up! Would you listen to yourself?
I'm pulling at my hair
Biting my nails
Clenching my fists
Grinding my teeth
From the bottom of my heart
I want you in my arms
Eyes locked, my tongue speaks
I was angry at you, I was buried in his chest
I gave guilty confirmation, as his hands slipped off my dress
I have to admit, it didn't sit right in my stomach
(From the bottom of my heart)
His fingertips resided where your hands belong
(I want you in my arms)
Our eyes locked, my tongue speaks
If only I believed you, and we could make this work
If only I didn't care, and I wouldn't have to hurt
You're worth the world to me
I love you and I'm sorry
We can make this work, I don't care, I do believe
We don't have to hurt, you're everything to me
(NOOOO!)
My temper took control
Now I'm the one to blame
I don't want this to be over
If only I could find a way
I fuck things up, forgive me
I love you and I'm sorry
He said I'll be there soon
I'll keep your promise
I fuck things up
I don't want this to be over
I'll be there soon
How many times can I count to 2
Before I get to 3?
Us being over is over
This time for keeps
Please forgive me
I wanna work this out
If only I could find a way
Through this monsoon
I left for a reason
I'm sick of second chances
I can't believe you
I just want to be alone
My temper took control
Things so uncalled for
I promised you I'd never say
My attempt to prove my innocence
Though, I'm blatantly to blame
Shut up! Would you listen to yourself?
I'm pulling at my hair
Biting my nails
Clenching my fists
Grinding my teeth
From the bottom of my heart
I want you in my arms
Eyes locked, my tongue speaks
I was angry at you, I was buried in his chest
I gave guilty confirmation, as his hands slipped off my dress
I have to admit, it didn't sit right in my stomach
(From the bottom of my heart)
His fingertips resided where your hands belong
(I want you in my arms)
Our eyes locked, my tongue speaks
If only I believed you, and we could make this work
If only I didn't care, and I wouldn't have to hurt
You're worth the world to me
I love you and I'm sorry
We can make this work, I don't care, I do believe
We don't have to hurt, you're everything to me
(NOOOO!)
My temper took control
Now I'm the one to blame
I don't want this to be over
If only I could find a way
I fuck things up, forgive me
I love you and I'm sorry
He said I'll be there soon
I'll keep your promise
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Writer(s): Jeffery Fullmer
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