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I keep my thoughts to myself You going out so much Put our time up on a shelf But use me as your crutch When you need time to forget Bout why you’re acting up Don’t wanna see you upset But girl I’ve had enough You just do nothing else And I won’t do that with you You do shit for yourself Wouldn’t grab me a tissue If I was feeling low And I think that’s an issue That might be a low blow But that’s the shit you’re into On your phone all night but you won’t ring me on my celly (brr brr) If I weren’t on time to provide my line, you’d be petty (Ah yeah) I really loved my life, but this shit ain’t right heavy (on me) Girl you talk bout signs but you don’t know mines you ain’t ready (ah) I can’t even fight it It’s been on my mind and I can hear the silence Tears beneath my eyelids SongtexteI can’t even fight it It’s been on my mind and I can hear the silence Tears beneath my I keep my thoughts to myself You going out so much Put our time up on a shelf But use me as your crutch When you need time to forget Bout why you’re acting up Don’t wanna see you upset But girl I’ve had enough Every night I’m thinking bout it How we livin, it’s just different I don’t get it, wanna quit it, you have no soul We’re not talking, only fucking It’s a problem when we loving It ain’t stopping don’t wanna see you again And my minds not right, it’s a different vibe how we livin’ (ah yeah) Baby go do crime, hit my heart with a knife, wouldn’t feel it (damn straight) I really loved my life but this shit ain’t right and it’s feeling crazy Girl you talk bout signs but you don’t know mines you ain’t in it baby I can’t even fight it It’s been on my mind and I can hear the silence Tears beneath my eyelids I can’t even fight it It’s been on my mind and I can hear the silence Tears beneath my I keep my thoughts to myself You going out so much Put our time up on a shelf But use me as your crutch When you need time to forget Bout why you’re acting up Don’t wanna see you upset But girl I’ve had enough (Ooh nah nah) x5 Rest In Peace, X. Bless Aus Songtexte Mania