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• Artiste: Cassadee Pope
• Titre: More To Me
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A thousand hours that I can't get back The kinda power that I can't believe you had Consuming me completely To think that you'd complete me But now I'm back to reading poetry I'm going places I don't care that you might be Yeah, I guess that this is freedom No need to see you bleeding Lately nobody's worried 'bout me They say how good I'm sounding It still gets my heart pounding Thinking of the time I wasted Baby, these days I'm perfectly fine I don't crave you whenever I'm high And I know that I don't have it all figured out But I do more than hate you now Yeah, thеse nights can tell 'em apart No morе clenched fists punching the dark I guess even with you gone I kept you around But there's more to me than hating you now It's only recently I recognize I drank the poison just to wait for you to die A twisted kinda pleasure Wouldn't let myself get better Everyone worried 'bout me Saying how sick I sounded It still gets my heart pounding Thinking of the time I wasted These days I'm perfectly fine I don't crave you whenever I'm high And I know that I don't have it all figured out But I do more than hate you now Yeah, these nights can tell 'em apart No more clenched fists punching the dark I guess even with you gone I kept you around But there's more to me than hating you now Woah, oh-oh-oh Woah, oh-oh-oh Woah, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Woah, oh-oh-oh Woah, oh-oh-oh Woah, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh I close my eyes now and I don't think about you And with the lights out I won't be reaching for you No, I don't cry now When I think of all the time I wasted Baby, these days I'm perfectly fine I don't crave you whenever I'm high And I know that I don't have it all figured out But I do more than hate you now Yeah, these nights can tell 'em apart (Woah, oh-oh-oh) No more clenched fists punching the dark (Woah, oh-oh-oh) I guess even with you gone I kept you around (Woah, oh-oh-oh) But there's more to me than hating you now