paroles de chanson Player - Matthew The Artist

Why you gotta play me like this player
Why you gotta treat me so unfair
Got you ripping, and gripping on the locks of my hair
Don't think we gonna make it, we ain't gotta prayer

Remember use to fight a lot
After laughter cry a lot
Find the space inside my heart, I'm hoping that you find a spot
Hoping we can pull this off or ending this entire plot
If you live inside my head I'm pulling off this final shot, I'ma rot
If you rip my f heart out
But it figures, you're gone now
See your pictures, I calm down
In the rivers, it drowns out
Your whispers, let it all out
Let it all out
You use to tell me that you wanna be mine
But giving it time
I notice that you're a proximity mine
Cause one wrong step, then all of my dignity dies
While under your mask, you were just a b in disguise

Why you gotta play me like this player
Why you gotta treat me so unfair
Got you ripping, and gripping on the locks of my hair
Don't think we gonna make it, we ain't got a prayer
Why you gotta play me like this player
Why you gotta treat me so unfair

I face the pain
You slice me up with razor blades
In Satans name, today's the day
I'm picking myself up
Instead of giving you a greater name
Erase the train of thought
Embrace my pain a lot
It's invasive that you say
What I wanna hear
But I want it dear
I just want you dead, but you made my year
A living hell, have I made it clear
You were all my love, and you say that change is near
But I guess it's all the ds talking inside my ear

Why you gotta play me like this player
Why you gotta treat me so unfair
Got you ripping, and gripping on the locks of my hair
Don't think we gonna make it, we ain't got a prayer