A Letter from Janelle
We make the sun shine, we make
A morning
Move with me, move with me
Don't you think I could tell
That you were trying to, trying to
Make a fool out of me, a fool out of me
Don't you think I could tell
That you were trying to, trying to
Make a fool out of me, a fool out of me
To remember who you really are
It's so easy to get lost in constantly
Having to preserve whatever face you believe
A person wants to see, rather than your own
Yet we hesitate to surrender all of our insecurities
Move with me, move with me
Only the ones we are most comfortable relinquishing
Move with me, move with me
Don't you think I could tell
That you were trying to, trying to
Make a fool out of me, a fool out of me
Don't you think I could tell
That you were trying to, trying to
Make a fool out of me, a fool out of me
Such a paradox, isn't it, isn't it?
Such a paradox, isn't it, isn't it?
Such a paradox, isn't it, isn't it?
Such a paradox, isn't it, isn't it?
Such a paradox, isn't it, isn't it?
Such a paradox, isn't it, isn't it?
Isn't it, isn't it? Isn't it, isn't it?
Writer/s: Bradley Bell / Derrick Frost
