You will always be the feeling I felt too much... of...much lesser me...Funny You would always come and get The best of...The better me...
Promised not to change up butAs time...passed I bettered me...Finally took a look Inside the looking glass And I knew then That I saw things you'd never see...
8 days a week I lost sleep Bout the things I hoped and dreamed about for you and me...8 days a week...I thought deep...Bout the things I hate to think about...When love grows weak
There's Magic in this tragedy...My back packed with that battery...Spend weekends getting back to me...I guess it's what it had to beCause
8 days a week I lost sleep Bout the things I hoped and dreamed about for you and me...