Leith Ross

Orlando
Your voice puts sickness into my gut And I swallowed just a little too much I don't know what I did wrong It's not your fault, I just think I was in love You make every part of me small I'm short of breath and two feet tall And I still don't know what I did wrong It's not your fault, I just think I was in love What was the day That you ceased to think of me like that I don't know what I said But I'd like the chance to take it back I have been avoiding you I guess 'Cause when we speak I forget, forget, forget Then when it hits me, it's further into my chest You don't want me, forget, forget, forget Forget, forget, forget My voice puts sickness into my gut And I can't believe I missed it once I guess you did nothing wrong And I swear it wouldn't have mattered so much None of this would be worth the fuss if I hadn't been in love I just think I was in love From Letras Mania