Its like I’m being stabbed in the heart
A song by Lost-Soul
Verse One:
Its like I’m being stabbed in the heart
Please tell mom this is not her fault
You won’t tell me what your thinking
But she’s been drinking
Chorus:
Because you won’t tell me what your thinking
But she’s been drinking
My past caught up to me
Infatuations end
Verse Two:
My past
Constant quarreling, the childish fits, and our clothes in a pile on the ottoman.
My life
Forget the implications
Chorus
Because you won’t tell me what your thinking
Interruption to the past
My past caught up to me
I laughed the loudest who’d have known?
