Once I borrowed the canvas to my lovers heart, But the stone was too full, and that envelope had a letter, In that scarcely room. Back in silence is where it all began falling apart,
I was always a clumsy speaker, and we couldn’t find one another In that scarcely room, Mark my words I say I’m guilty of no poetry, I was working I confess, I see the courage in her eyes, In that scarcely room, There were words of disagreement, But we talked to find the answers, in a mutual disposition, In that scarcely room,
How can I find a reason to love you, When I don’t love myself.
Shout at me and mirror traits of insecurity, See the man had stole her fire, so was her who put the flame out In that scarcely room, Courted dressed for the occasion, yet not filled with glee, His hands reaching for the curtain, she was quick to put the light out In that scarcely room
How can i find a reason to love you, When I don’t love myself