Текст песни Love Letters - Young Deshi

What's the point in writing love letters that don't even love you back?
Aye, aye
What's the point in writing love letters that don't even love you back?
Aye, aye
What's the point in writing love letters that don't even love you back?
Aye, aye
What's the point in writing love letters that don't even love you back?
Aye, aye

What if Romeo and Juliet ain't meant to be?
And if Adam didn't bite the apple off the tree
Write in that special note just for her to see
Only later realizing she don't want the tea
Shoot my shot but she was tryna dodge and flee
Honestly I was hoping to sweep her off her feet
And catch her in my arms knowing she was within reach
Her body is a temple not letting anyone breach
Making these type of songs is part of the niche
Her last relationship was bloody, cleaned it with some bleach
Just the thought of such a being's choking up my speech
She a stone cold killer nothing like a peach
I'm such a simp thinking she would respond
Opposite of a pimp she doesn't care bout the bond
Might as well make disappear with the wave of her wand
Label me as a sucka, drowning in this pond

What's the point in writing love letters that don't even love you back?
Aye, aye
What's the point in writing love letters that don't even love you back?
Aye, aye
What's the point in writing love letters that don't even love you back?
Aye, aye
What's the point in writing love letters that don't even love you back?
Aye, aye

It's quite unhealthy what I put myself through
Falling for your type, knowing it will never be true
Playin' games wasting my time if only I'd knew
This would never stick, defective animal glue
I was blind not paying attention to all the clues
You had zero interest almost had me confused
Time for me to move on so I'll bid you adieu
And I won't mention your name so I'll call you taboo
Gave me the wrong impression hypnotized by your necklace
But it's hard for me to put my feelings in suppression
I should've listened when they said approach her with discretion
That's my brother from another mother without question
But it's harder to let go I guess that's my obsession
I guess falling in love is not my profession
Or perhaps I am a victim of your very essence
Maybe it's time for me to end the session