Song Cry

I can't see 'em comin down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
It's these times why I know I can't fly
So I gotta make the song cry

Not a day goes by when I'm not thinking of you
All my thoughts are for you,
Though comments, There were few
Because from my point of view
You made me into this man
The one walking around,
The one washing his hands
For fun, Boxing with friends
But it must come to an end
The way that good things go,
I guess I want you to know
That if you ever pass away
That I'll remember you though,
No more blowing you off
I think it's time I checked in
See how you're doing Mom,
Remember we used to be friends
I was true to you then
Hugs and kisses were sent
With no return address,
But stress is killing me since, So

I can't see 'em comin down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
I can't see 'em comin down my eyes
So I gotta let the song cry
I can't see it comin down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
I can't see it comin down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry

The way that you smiled
It was entitled to me
And every time I was cold,
You put shoes on my feet
And when the money was tight
There was still room for me
I guess I never really knew
How much you meant to me
I hate that through poetry
Is how I'm talkin to you
What did you want me to do?
It's how our arguments grew
I see the tears in your eyes
But mine were far between few
Honest, But see through
Thought I was tough, Thought I knew
I could never really hold
Like a fairy tale told
And as the time passed quicker
It's like my knees always fold
You were too good to be true
It was unlucky for you, Cause
Now I'm just finding out
That I could have been too...But...

I can't see 'em comin down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
I can't see 'em comin down my eyes
So I gotta let the song cry
I can't see it comin down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
I can't see it comin down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry

We turn to birds and we fly
We learn to swerve til we die
It hurts but nervousness lies
Beneath the sheets of the sky
I hope these sheets are made of satin
Unfamiliar with these patterns
But it's what happens after time
Turns our soul into these caverns
Cause when saddens me now
Is that I measured in fathoms
But guess this measuring stick
Can't lick the wounds and these spasms
But I'll remember your actions
Although it's only closed captioned
It's these fractions in life
That define where we'll be trapped in
It's the fashion of the sleeves
That breathe the need and the passion
And that this wagon won't move
Without the wheels, There's no passing
No sense, Right or wrong
No way to tell how it happened
The only way I live now
Is through the past, And my rapping,
Cause...

I can't see 'em comin down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
I can't see 'em comin down my eyes
So I gotta let the song cry
I can't see it comin down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
I can't see it comin down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry

Category:

Music

Tags:

• hip hip
• rap
• jay-z
• song cry

[TheShyboy10]

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