Too Much
I'm that guy that checks on you after 8 hours of work
I'm that guy who watches your messes then cleans up the dirt
I'm that guy that will help you, yeah, you're coming first
But am I doing too much?
I'm that man who understands you when the world ignores
I'm that man that knows for sure, when it rains it pours
I'm that man who reaches to open every closed door
But am I doing too much?
You're that girl that see's me as her least important
You're that girl who puts me below a hair appointment
You're that girl who says my choices were inadvertent
I'm sure I am doing too much.
Copyright © Xavier Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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