Don't let me down Don't let me down (don't let me down) Where we go from here is all your choice I told you things about me I let you put your arms around me 'Cause love is a waste of time if you and I don't do this right Don't let me down, no Do you

'Cause all that you have is your soul Don't be tempted by the shiny apple Don't you eat of a bitter fruit Hunger only for a taste of justice Hunger only for a world of truth All that you have Oh my mama told me 'Cause she say she learned the hard way Say

I said close your mouth and eat You make some paper, than you make your own rules Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do They call me Tity Boi 'cause she used to spoil me She always told me (My momma always said aye, damn) I'm from the hood, it's

Who told you, you could put band-aids Over broken hearts to fix messes you made? You can't tie up your loose ends 'Cause I know what you're doing And your sorry's are too little and too late So go fool all your new friends Who don't know where you've

It is my pride and I really know I shouldn't stay but I don't wanna go 'Cause I'm not really over it Of a lie I wish you never told Same old song like an echo, ooh Just five more minutes and I'll go So here we are Like we were To feed apart In different

'Cause it hurts when you hurt somebody Hold me close and I won't leave So much to say but I don't speak And I hate that I let you stop me Taking it slowly I'm afraid to be lonely Nobody told me It's harder than I thought to tell the truth It's gonna

Please don't be angry with me cause I've gone away I've told you about your mistakes But you didn't hear a word I said I'm so tired of worrying I don't know just what to do I'm sorry baby I just can't put up with you I've tried to please you But you just

Don't let it end. Don't ever let it end. Well, I'm tired of pretending, but I'm terrified of it ending. I know if not for you there's nothing I could do, to ever let it end. And I know you feel the same way, because you told me drunk on your birthday.

My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The

My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The