Why is it with love it just comes down to hope
When she breaks your heart you don't have a way to cope
Off of these prescriptions and all the f*cking dope
I still Go to church
But I be lying to the pope
I don't wanna love myself
I swear it ain't for show
Instead I pray you love me
Through the pain so I could grow
No one bumps my songs
That's the way it goes
I'll never be the guy on top and selling out these shows
And If I die young
For life remember me
Pain is a beauty and must why can't u see
Thoughts of depression wish someone could set me free
Numb it all when I smoke up on these trees
Cus I'm back up with this pain inside my head
Thinking of days when I could end up f*cking dead
Months ago and I remember what you said
Rock bottom for me or ima end up dead
And If I ever hurt you I'm sorry
Just know the pain in my eyes yeah it cost me
Yeah
Im sorry
Don Hidalgo - August 2 Lyrics
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Why is it with love it just comes down to hope
When she breaks your heart you don't have a way to cope
Off of these prescriptions and all the f*cking dope
I still Go to church
But I be lying to the pope
I don't wanna love myself
I swear it ain't for show
Instead I pray you love me
Through the pain so I could grow
No one bumps my songs
That's the way it goes
I'll never be the guy on top and selling out these shows
And If I die young
For life remember me
Pain is a beauty and must why can't u see
Thoughts of depression wish someone could set me free
Numb it all when I smoke up on these trees
Cus I'm back up with this pain inside my head
Thinking of days when I could end up f*cking dead
Months ago and I remember what you said
Rock bottom for me or ima end up dead
And If I ever hurt you I'm sorry
Just know the pain in my eyes yeah it cost me
Yeah
Im sorry
When she breaks your heart you don't have a way to cope
Off of these prescriptions and all the f*cking dope
I still Go to church
But I be lying to the pope
I don't wanna love myself
I swear it ain't for show
Instead I pray you love me
Through the pain so I could grow
No one bumps my songs
That's the way it goes
I'll never be the guy on top and selling out these shows
And If I die young
For life remember me
Pain is a beauty and must why can't u see
Thoughts of depression wish someone could set me free
Numb it all when I smoke up on these trees
Cus I'm back up with this pain inside my head
Thinking of days when I could end up f*cking dead
Months ago and I remember what you said
Rock bottom for me or ima end up dead
And If I ever hurt you I'm sorry
Just know the pain in my eyes yeah it cost me
Yeah
Im sorry
Writer: Justin Hidalgo
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