No love, all trust issues
‘Cause all the right ones I picked turned out to be wrong
Tennessee Honey if you let me choose
All my poems sounding like love songs
The only guy never in the mood
Got all the girls offended; calling me rude
Not one for all the games and lies
I don’t care about your outfit or color of your eyes
Only interested in getting in my zone
Glass after glass, I don’t care if I die
Telling everyone to leave me alone
Brutal truth if you ask me why
Feeling some type of way about everything
I’ve been waiting to talk to you all day
Wondering if my life means anything
If I let my guard down will you promise to stay


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