Mama’s Boy歌词-Avygayle

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Writing me a letter for the wrong reason

You always knew I loved them but are you teasin’?

Thinking that’s how you end something

But you’re not even listening

to anyone but yourself

It’s a Monday night and I’m at the top of bens stairs

As the light fades after 10pm

Can’t see hope anywhere

I hear your voice after two days of nothing

In a place that isn’t my surrounding

Everything’s just passing , lost inside

You try to pretend like its all okay

Whilst I’m still thinking of you every single day

Not gonna lie, I’m struggling to have faith

There’s so much I just wanna say

I’m sorry I’m not the blonde girl

You always wanted

You were a talker not a do-er

never corresponded

Dates and places planning to go

Never happened, words were thrown

Now here we are

full blown

Through your mothers telephone

Two months down the line

You’re prolonging the pain

Cause you won’t give any answers

You’re actions are in vain

You’re the same old you with your excuses

Guess I’m a girl with so many bruises

Cause I give too much and all the boys

they just take take take

You try to pretend like I was never alive

To turn your face the other way

It breaks me inside

You’re crazy to make me fall repeated times

But this time I won’t tolerate you with your crimes

I’m sorry I’m not the blonde girl

You always wanted

You were a talker not a do-er

never corresponded

Dates and places planning to go

Never happened, words were thrown

Now here we are

full blown

Through your father’s telephone

Oooh

So you’ve done what you’ve done

To avoid confrontations

Cause you can’t yeah you can’t take

My reactions

When I’ve wrote a list of 16 questions

That you left me behind with

You’ve gotta face the consequence of your actions

Which I know is hard but you’ve thrown all the damage

I’m sorry I’m not the blonde girl

You always wanted

You were a talker not a do-er

never corresponded

Dates and places planning to go

Never happened, words were thrown

Now here we are

full blown

Through your parent’s telephone