Verse 1. I heard that you've been doing well. You know it seems like yesterday. That we let this turn, from heaven into hell. You know I've never been one to pray. Chorus. But lately, I've been search
I’m problematic. It’s automatic. They say I’m of waste. A pretty face. With a reckless taste. And I can’t help myself I’m. Burning bridges. Counting stitches. Every day it’s. Someone different. There’
