Lyrics:
Sometimes I really don't wanna have to speak my mind.
Cause I really don't wanna tell you how I am digging you so.
I can't let go.
But it hurts me
Sometimes I really don't wanna have to speak my mind.
Cause I really don't wanna tell you how I am digging you so.
I can't let go.
But it hurts me
Of youth that I bring
I can tell by first impression
I can tell by first impression
I know you thinking about it
Ooooh you thinking bout it
Said you care
To that which you must do
When I was down
Came to me
And promised to always be
By my side
Now you're gone
And I'm waiting patiently
Jamie
Trunk blasting
Spent your money cause I ain't have it
So tragic, caught me smoking and you was mad at me
So sad
Know I hurt you up in the past
But I'm so
joy in moving furniture
While some others supplied a heavier service
Even waiting tables served me a purpose
It certainly ain't hurt my pockets
Then
it what I want
May never sleep, the clock's always haunt
These are different verses and I hate to find that shit hurts me
Kinda hurts a lot, but it's
away to bone
Make em all see
All the fuckin things you said were wrong of me
I never really gave a shit but shit still it hurt me
Like you ever gave
I hope that I can seem flawless to you
And always take away the pain that you'll go through
My impression is not always what it seems
You're more
first impression was mistook
For a cover is nice
But a cover is not the book
Ta-ru-ra-lee, ta-ra-ta-ta-ta
Ta-ru-ra-lee, ta-ra-ta-ta-ta
Mary
But looks can be deceiving
Simple words can be misleading
First impressions just ain't always cut and dry
'Cause I feel overwhelming pressure from you
ever gonna stop?
Hurt people, they hurt people
So give me everything you've got
You might get lost, but you're no loser
And you might get used, but
you wanna be together that'd be just fine
But first your gonna get a little piece of my mind and
Don't ever try to fool me
I'm getting the impression
jet it to the curb (yeah, yeah)
Try to make impressions, which is good not the hurt
But it, it ain't me, and I, I ain't blurred (uh)
I'ma still just
jet it to the curb (yeah, yeah)
Try to make impressions, which is good not the hurt
But it, it ain't me, and I, I ain't blurred (uh)
I'ma still just
Blister heart
Valentine
Pull you close
Close to mine
Moment in time
Just pass me by
We're fools in love
And that's enough
We're all in love with
you I’ve been always lyin’
“I’m fine”, it’s your impression
“I’m fucked up”, says my reflection
You don’t know what’s going in my mind
In spite
baby, you know you hurt me
I can't believe that you would leave me
I always thought you would stand by me
The thought of you in another arms
Is very
at you
I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa- about a metaphor actually
Uh, you spoke on the ground
What you mean by that, what the ground
always come back to the man-ner.
That's grammar.
Use it punk, big like they clumps.
You versus me equals my car trunk.
[Chorus: x2]
Lissen up,
set free, by Me
You're so close to being set free, by Me
As Power of Attorney, I'm asking for a log of all your calls to me
I've made my position
never a content boy
Always played the pain game if it doesn't hurt it doesn't help me
So tell me why are you okay w comfort in this world
When majority
to my parent's house
And have dinner with me and my family
Tell me what you would do to make
That first impression really stick"
Let's see, uh,
safe to say that's where I lack
Didn't leave the best impression thinking what could bring you back
But quickly triggered by your name or the thought
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