Why do I keep writing bout you?
I know that's your question, at hand
Probably think I'm in love still
But that really can’t be it
I'll always have my love for you
That doesn’t mean that I still want you
You could never really have me
No, I couldn't ever promote you
They say, they say
That true love will
Find its own way
And for me, I was a little confused
I thought it woulda been you
I was dreaming just a little too soon
Recorded our own interview
Last time we spoke, what a view, one of you
Finding my true self
Yeah, I really got that that
One on one help,
Wondering what is the point of
All of this, hell
I can't explain myself, I won’t explain it well
They say, they say
That true love will
Find its own way
And for me, I was a little confused
I thought it woulda been you
I was dreaming just a little too soon
Recorded our own interview
Last time we spoke, what a view, one of you
