The confessions of a broken heart, oh yeaĪnd I wait for the postman to bring me a letter The confessions of a broken heart, of a broken heart I dream of another you the one who would never, never I wait for the good Lord to make me feel betterĪnd I carry the weight of the world on my shouldersĪnd I wear all your old clothes your polo sweater I wait for the postman to bring me a letter That i end all the lying and playing and the bullshit girl Thinkin about me bein the good girl that you areĪ man that would never do the things im about to tell you ive doneīut it would be the worst if u heard this (i) was hand in hand in the beverely center like manĪctin like I didnt have you sittin at home I got a chick on the side with a crib and a rideĪnd i just wanna confess its been goin on so longĮverytime i was in L.A.
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