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letra de creed - angela brown

broken, he left me dry, in the blistering heat
cold blooded, i stood on the curb
of tara, with nothing left in me
i swallowed my pride
i felt i had died, empty and alone
my emotions, hidden with anger
inside my heart i hurt bad
i hid on cloud 9, he took away
the love i needed to survive
i stood homeless
the cold winter night
he walked out on me
she was no better at love than me
i was hot at her age
men would flock to get a piece of me
he stole my goodies and left me dry
isn’t much i can do but fall down?
down on my knees i begged don’t leave
and he’s not coming back
i surrender
what do i do now?
pick up where he left off
love won’t be the same
i gave him my heart
i gave him my mind
i swallowed my pride
for the very last time
the comfort and support
was the inner strength
i needed to carry on
there is no turning back
he’s gone
i stand alone, in the freezing cold
of december and d-mn
i’m gone miss that nigga
i rest shallow on the curb
a cold winter night
in december

broken, you will come to this

i thought i’ll never come to this
i thought i gave my heart to you
not like this, we come to part
too close, too far, the river is deep
i thought, as far inside, in the worst way
i’d drop in for at last, far p-ssed, to see eye to eye
i yearned, i learned, to hear. my last cry
i yearned, i learned i swallowed my pride
a blank stare, a beam of light in the night
i held the gun close, pressed against my heart
broken by your image, holding me for the last time
our love was raw, straight up and kind
i listened, you cheated on me for the last time
the gun c-cked, pointed, ready to die
to k!ll the poisonous lies you told
for the last time
oh, baby this, oh baby that
please baby, please. stuck in my mind
my mind is playing trick on me
when i gave you my heart
for death do we part
i cried my last cry
i said my last good bye
you look me in the eye
and tell me we’re through
and it does not me i’m played
one shut eye, open lips, twisted tongue
was last hug the kiss of death
you were all i got, got nothing left to give
the touch of your hands
the curve of your lips
your soft spoken words
have come to this
the tense grip of how you hold me near
is the grip of hate when i pulled the trigger
my last moan, my last sigh, my last groan
the kiss of death, we see eye to eye
no love don’t love nobody no more

broken, you will come some day

- angela brown

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