So cliche their not at all the same
Yesterday the future was oh so bright
Now there aint no kinda future in sight
I put myself out for you
Held out my hand for u 2 take
I was'nt good enough u refused
The why's are making me insane
Due to miscommunication, misunderstanding on my part
I let my guard down thinking you'd do the same
My mistake, who will foot the bill? My foolish heart
I thought we were above that too mature for childish games
Assumption made an ass outta u and me
Mostly myself, egg all over my face
I wanted you needed you to breath
You say I shouldve known u needed space
I reflect back on the good 'ol days now non exisistent
If you were listening to me now you'd say I'm bitchin
But you're not listening hell you may never know
Nowadays all I hear is you have reached the vmail of and then a dial tone
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