This Is What I Love

Sunday morning I get dressed
2 more years and it's the past
Will I be who you want me to be?

Day by day it's still the same
Did I win this stupid game
Or is this what makes me blind?
Or is this what makes me blind?

Cause when I sing you haunt me
And when I write you block me
This is what I love
But still I give a fuck

Ooh- Ooh- Ooh- Oh- Oh- Ooh- Oh- Oh

Why would I still get out of bed
Music is the only thing I have
And that is what you're crushing

When your eyes look at me
Hate is the only thing I see
Is this what I've become?

Cause when I sing you haunt me
And when I write you block me
This is what I love
But still I give a fuck

Ooh- Ooh- Ooh- Oh- Oh- Ooh- Oh- Oh
Ooh- Ooh- Ooh- Oh- Oh- Ooh- Oh- Oh

Cause when I sing you haunt me
And when I write you block me
This is what I love
But still I give a fuck



Credits
Writer(s): Jens Geyter
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