From a Good Place

There was a time
Where the matter began rotten out
Tension's up, unspoken Words
And ego's ruling out

I want it clear
End things just right
You picked your truth, doesn't match to mine
Could it be black or white

Missing the goal for being on your own
Presents red flags
Ambitions up, we're breaking down
The writing is on the wall
I wanted it clear
End things just right
You picked your truth, doesn't match to mine
It'll be black or white

Too many times, i just have tried
To tell the truth and make it right
You never heard, you'll never learn
So face the bear, good luck with that

Too many times, i just have tried
To tell the truth and make it right
You never heard, you'll never learn
So face the bear, good luck with that



Credits
Writer(s): Alberto Bustamante Jorge
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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