a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de apples fall (i'm sorry) - khada

[hook]
and i’m sorry for you, and i’m sorry for me
and i’m sorry that this wasn’t meant to be
apples fall from trees, apples fall from trees
apples fall from trees, apples fall from trees

[verse 1]
write this at it’s sloppiest
we ain’t no synonyms, ain’t n0body stopping it
maybe you’d just k!ll a man before you come on top with it
this is just my sn0biness before i start jotting sh-t
marvelous, coming at mach like hommy did
maybe this is providence, noise isn’t starting sh-t
i’m the god with this, jotting while my eyes darting
look at my deserted phone wondering who got me
why do i complain about my loneliness when i’m the hand around my soul with a boney grip?
who is this acting like he never miss?
who is thе 18 year old b-tch without his first kiss?
hiss at the sight of peoplе wanting me
heartbreak ending as a personal fatality
lingering mortality going toe-to-toe with me
in a dark forest where a few go and roam with me
better watch your tone with me, i tend to catch feelings easily
but i seethe with l-st, justice for my greed
cheese ain’t giving me what i need, please
please be patient, processing at snail’s pace
i don’t know what to say, at this point i don’t ever think i’ll ever get a cane
i think i’ll exit early, i’m not okay enough to go to outings
you know i’m sorry
[hook]
and i’m sorry for you, and i’m sorry for me
and i’m sorry that this wasn’t meant to be
apples fall from trees, apples fall from trees
apples fall from trees, apples fall from trees (edited)

[verse 2]
it was 2018, valentine’s day
my first mental breakdown, a pitiful thing
even back then i thought i would die alone
few years later and i think i’ll die alone
why the h-ll can’t i move?
every time i think i’m out, i’m sealed in a tomb
a sarcophagus and a waste of a womb
i cannot stop with it if i’m aiming for the moon
contemplated around noon, it was so rainy outside
twas the perfect mood, what really made me think i wanna die?
kept on saying to myself, “what a beautiful life”
“what a wonderful life”, uh
i couldn’t get it right, i should’ve stopped talking
marking all my problems, all my lines were martyrs
well, if you die when forgotten, i guess i’m a dead man walking

[hook]
and i’m sorry for you, and i’m sorry for me
and i’m sorry that this wasn’t meant to be
apples fall from trees, apples fall from trees
apples fall from trees, apples fall from trees

- khada

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS