Erameld and love-sadKID - the boy who cried wolf

And my voice went hoarse
They told me don't speak no more
So my two step tapping til my feet get sore
I guess that nothing really mattered
Start your crying after
And maybe you can come back home

Bet I'll still be here tomorrow
Pack my box and dig my grave

I miss the simple things
Can't make it better
See the devil when they look at me
I'd close my eyes, apologize if I could take it back
I guess it's life
We learned that you can't really change the past

I guess it's growing up
All the petals, thorns, and roses when it's only love
All the seconds writing poems
Guess that I could just bide my time
Hope that everybody else is here by my side
What i been waiting for

5 years later, still ain't made it
Space don't feel the same and I'm sick

I guess it's better when we talk
Petals turn to feathers when we fall short
High enough to take me through withdrawals
I'm tethered to your call

And my voice went hoarse
They told me don't speak no more
So my two step tapping til my feet get sore
I guess that nothing really mattered
Start your crying after
And maybe you can come back home

Written by:
Benjamin McGibboney, Brian Brody

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