Hurry, Get Up

Bedroom

Compositor: bedroom

I hate that I'm writing this
But you're falling once again
You never pick yourself back up
And now look you have become stuck
I can't reach for you anymore

Something knocking at my door
We would try and try again
To keep you 'round here my friend
Only God can help me now

I just hope you see these frowns
I was here for you before
But you [?] my heart has sold
[?] It' not the same
But I hope the best for you
But I hope the best for you