Boy's a liar
Take a look inside your heart
Is there any room for me?
I won't have to hold my breath
'Til you get down on one knee
Because you only want to hold me
When I'm looking good enough
Did you ever feel me?
Would you ever picture us?
Every time I pull my hair
Was only out of fear
That you'll find me ugly
And one day you'll disappear because
What's the point of crying?
It was never even love
Did you ever want me?
Was I ever good enough?
The, the boy's a liar
The boy's a liar
He doesn't see ya
You're not lookin' at me, boy
The boy's a liar
The boy's a liar
He doesn't see ya
You're not lookin' at me, boy
Good eno-o-ough
Good eno-o-ough
Good eno-o-ough
Good eno-o-ough
Good eno-o-ough
Good eno-o-ough
Good eno-o-ough
Good eno-o-ough
Baby, please
I just want to look nice for you
Come stay with me
Oh, you're not around, so what should I do?
I thought you'd like the look
About a girl just like me
Baby, please
I know you want to change me
Can you take a look inside your heart?
Is there any room for me?
I won't have to hold my breath
'Til you get down on one knee because
What's the point of crying?
It was never even love
Did you ever want me?
Was I ever good enough?
The, the boy's a liar
The boy's a liar
He doesn't see ya
You're not lookin' at me, boy
The boy's a liar
The boy's a liar
He doesn't see ya
You're not lookin' at me, boy
Good eno-o-ough
Good eno-o-ough
Good eno-o-ough
Good eno-o-ough
Good eno-o-ough
Good eno-o-ough
Good eno-o-ough
Good eno-o-ough
Writer: Alexander Crossan, Victoria Walker
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Do you miss me?
Oh, oh, yeah
I can't let go of your hand
I can't even breathe without you
I don't think you understand
Oh, oh, yeah
Love to watch you as you speak
When you say the words I love you
Tell me when you fall asleep
Do you miss me, miss me? Ah
Miss me, miss me, ah
Miss me, miss me, ah
Miss me, miss me, ah
Miss me, miss me, ah
Miss me, miss me, ah
Miss me, miss me, ah
Miss me, miss me, ah
Oh, oh, yeah
And we don't even get in fights
Went downstairs to make a coffee
In the morning how you like
Oh, oh, yeah
And all I wanted was to scream
When I saw one of her messages
That popped up on your screen
Do you miss me, miss me? Ah
Does she miss you too?
I can be discreet if you don't want her seeing you
With me on your arm 'cause I know you can't tell her yet (yeah)
Practice my I do's when I'm home 'cause I know I still want you
Do you miss me, miss me? Ah
Miss me, miss me, ah
Miss me, miss me, ah
Miss me, miss me, ah
Miss me, miss me, ah
Miss me, miss me, ah
Miss me, miss me, ah
Miss me, miss me, ah
(Miss me, miss me, ah)
Writer: Dill Aitchinson, Hykeem Carter, Louis Kevin Celestin, Victoria Walker
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Take Me Home
(Hello?)
I'm making the most of my life
'Til the day that I hit twenty-five
I know that they'll make an adult of me
I know that I'm not quite ready to be
And I know I've got some growing, I realized the other day
When I said some things that I knew that I shouldn't say
I opened up a letter of bills that I didn't pay
They were due in April but now it's the end of May
It's sad that I
Prepare to be so young 'til the end of time
I realized
When I struggled to get out of my room last night
Got on my phone
And I begged for my brother to take me home
When he asked why
I said I'd rather be here alone
I went to the doctor again
Said I was behind on my rent
He told me it's not a problem for him
I said that you're so good at listening
And I know I've got some growing, I realized the other day
When I said some things that I knew that I shouldn't say
I opened up a letter of bills that I didn't pay
They were due in April but now it's the end of May
It's sad that I
Prepare to be so young 'til the end of time
I realized
When I struggled to get out of my room last night
Got on my phone
And I begged for my brother to take me home
When he asked why
I said I'd rather be here alone
(Hello?)
It's sad that I
Prepare to be so young 'til the end of time
I realized
When I struggled to get out of my room last night
Got on my phone
And I begged for my brother to take me home
When he asked why
I said I'd rather be here alone
Writer: Darren Emilio Lewis, Iyiola Babatunde Babalola, John Kearney, Victoria Beverley Walker
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
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