These Songs

I could see our time was running out
Guess you could see yourself with someone else
I broke down and put it all on you
Guess I didn't want to face the truth

And I was wrong, and you were right
And now it's eating me up alive
So I'm writing to say that I'm sorry tonight

There's a piece of you in every song I write
I wouldn't tell you that to save my life
Act like I know but I have no clue
There's something that I'd never tell you too

And these songs that I write
Are just keeping me half alive
So I'm writing in hopes that you're not home tonight

And these songs that I write
And these ghosts that I fight
Are just tearing me up inside
So I'm writing to say that I hope you're alright



Credits
Writer(s): Richard Grice
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