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i used to think that you and i were built the same but recently the thought has not occured to me i used to be regretful of the things i did i used to feel remorse for all the things i said oh won't you please tell me that its ok to write a song about the shit thats killing me? a tilt, a bend, a look at something otherways to take the time you did to make all my mixtapes they say anything can happen if you wait be patient and your time will come when its too late so won't you please tell me that its not too late to scratch the surface of a love thats killing me i think that all my parts have started to shut down and softened every pulse when you were not around now a dark black line defines the boundaries of my sight its a miracle when my heart stopped i was still alive won't you please tell me that its ok to scratch the surface of a love thats killing me its killing me to have so much to say and the star of happiness shines on me you shouldnt try to make this make me hurt so bad 'cause this time i might not be back From Letras Mania