Heartache
Ty the kid gemini
GENRE If this the end let me here that
I wear my heart on my chest that’s fun fact
Waiting on a call or a text I want your love back
Reminiscing Loving you even when things wreak
Never lost a thought of a memory with you up in it
I don’t want nobody the body I want angelic
I don’t Like the fighting but I’m a loving frantic
Looked you in the Eyes immediately felt the magic
Every time we kissed it felt like I was in heaven
Don’t you just missed the times back in elеventh
When we was kids nеver were you put second
Loving you like this can lead to my depression
Even balling tears when left me for progression
Fuck it
Do you feel me
Can you heal me
I don’t think you know how much I wanna kill me
Do you love me
Do you want me
I don’t think you know how many demons chasing me
Said it’ll hurt, Throw my love in dirt
I don’t want to feel nothing only love that’s a curse
All this blood on my shirt
Show my Pain and the hurt
Can’t regain what wrote
But I reap what I sew
Can't reclaim what I broke
Ease my pain with the dope
Even fame don’t bring hope
Finding ways trying to coup
Losing Sense I just mope
I can't do this no more
I wear my heart on my chest that’s fun fact
Waiting on a call or a text I want your love back
Reminiscing Loving you even when things wreak
Never lost a thought of a memory with you up in it
I don’t want nobody the body I want angelic
I don’t Like the fighting but I’m a loving frantic
Looked you in the Eyes immediately felt the magic
Every time we kissed it felt like I was in heaven
Don’t you just missed the times back in elеventh
When we was kids nеver were you put second
Loving you like this can lead to my depression
Even balling tears when left me for progression
Fuck it
Do you feel me
Can you heal me
I don’t think you know how much I wanna kill me
Do you love me
Do you want me
I don’t think you know how many demons chasing me
Said it’ll hurt, Throw my love in dirt
I don’t want to feel nothing only love that’s a curse
All this blood on my shirt
Show my Pain and the hurt
Can’t regain what wrote
But I reap what I sew
Can't reclaim what I broke
Ease my pain with the dope
Even fame don’t bring hope
Finding ways trying to coup
Losing Sense I just mope
I can't do this no more
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