Up Late

FINDING MYSELF AWAKE UP LATE ITS A QUARTER PAST FOUR
ALL I DO IS THINK AND OVERTHINK SOME MORE
I REFUSE TO BELIEVE DONT WANNA CLOSE MY EYES DONT WANNA SEE
ME HERE WITH OUT MY BABY LATLEY S BEEN CRAZY YOU ACTIN REAL SHADY
CANT FIGURE IT OUT WHEN ALL WE DO IS SCREAM AND SHOUT
NOW IM PACKIN UP MY THINGS AND IM OUT 
BEEN THRU THE WORST WITH YOU
IF I CANT MAKE IT WORK WITH YOU 
ITS BEST WE GO OUR SEPARATE WAYS 
HOPING ONE DAY WE CAN TRY IT AGAIN
SEE  A DIFFERNT WAY THATS IF
FEELINGS DONT CHANGE TOO MANY 
TEARS THRU OUT THESE PAST FEW YEARS
THE PAIN IS TOO MUCH I CANT HOLD IT ALL IN 
ANY MORE IM PACKING UP MY THING AND IM
OUT THAT DOOR YOU'V GIVEN ME EVERY REASON 
NOT TO STAY STILL IM THINKING OF ONE LAST
THING TO SAY AND I DONT KNOW WHAT FOR
THINKING OF ONE LAST THING TO SAY AND
I DONT KNO WHAT FOR DONT KNOW WHAT FOR
SAID I DONT KNOW WHAT FOR DONT KNOW WHAT FOR 
IM PACKING UP MY THINGS  AND IM OUT THAT DOOR 
PACKINGUP MY THINGS  AND IM OUT THAT DOOR
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