Miscommunication

This Silence is gon' be the death of me
You contemplated debated just set me free
This game you playing is draining my energy
It's putting strain on all of the good memories I hate it

'Boutta break down chest still hurts from the day I walked out
Really should've listened but its time to talk now
I'm putting in the effort but it got me shot down
Sipping on brown thinking bout' you
Thinking 'bout the past this is not new
We were both broken but I never knew
You could not close new wounds that grew
I was not cautious you were not forgiving
I hate that all my ends look like my beginnings
Maybe we'll be friends who the fuck am I kidding
So listen to this track you can come and cry with me

This Silence is gon' be the death of me
You contemplated debated just set me free
This game you playing is draining my energy
It's putting strain on all of the good memories I hate it

What the fuck am I to do
Hearing all the bullshit your friends telling you
What the fuck am I to do
Rigged from the start play the game get screwed
And who the fuck am I to you
Fucked up once and you left me out the blue
Couldn't get a text or a call going through
Left me all alone while my life fell apart
And I don't ever really think you cared from the start
Momma told me be prepared for people playing with your heart
But I never seen it coming texting that you still love me
Then you took off running what the fuck honey
Was it really all a waste
I really miss your taste face slide to your waist
Laying on the bed and you crying out my name
Now it's all silent and I'm crying in your place

This Silence is gon' be the death of me
You contemplated debated just set me free
This game you playing is draining my energy
It's putting strain on all of the good memories I hate it



Credits
Writer(s): Hayden Smith
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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