Song# 46 - It Might Not Be The Key

It Might Not Be The Key - Isaiah Eatmon

Please, Don't try and convince your self.
That i love you, But i do... Oh my god;
It's so tragic that i feel for you, So easily.
living here here with out you is torture.
Every day with out you, i want you more...

(And more and more and more)
Lets fuck up and get stoned.
I am sick of being alone.
Tomorrow will come, and it's a new day.
Please hunny,lets just smoke more, come on and stay.
So today is gone, And so are you.
This white powder helps me through...

It's like a train wreck when it hits me.
A little bit more, A little bit more...
Push me through, Push me on, Oh no to much.
I'm falling, Falling till i hit the cold fucking floor.
So, when i wake up i'ma shaking when i wake up i'm waiting.

(More and more keep on going)
Lets get fucked up and die.
I'm sick of having to say goodbye.
Tomorrow may never come, i need a new day..
Fuck come on, Please i need you to stay.
So today is gone, and so is the thrill.
Now today, i'll just pop' some pills.

Fear rips through, The boozes crision.
I called for you to long ago...
Why are you so far away.
And our loves turns out so cliche.

So watch as this addiction
That you said was fiction.
turn out to be my reality
And eat away at me....