Black Mirror
All the things you try to tell me, don't really make no sense at all
When you say you'll always love me, but I don't feel it when you won't even call
I can't feel it, baby where's this love you say you have for me, whoah
I can't touch it, baby seems like nothing really comes for free
I can't see your heart, your words keep pouring down all over me, whoah
All this fighting, boy we're high on, won't you please just come on down with me
All the ways you tried to hide it, no apologies will work with me
Instead I'm sitting here crying, wondering why I ever wasted my time
I can't feel it, baby where's this love you say you have for me, whoah
I can't touch it, baby seems like nothing really comes for free
I can't see your heart, your words keep pouring down all over me, whoah
All this fighting, boy we're high on, won't you please just come on down with me
Writer/s: MARC RICHARD FRECCERO
