i fall apart - grayson dolan

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grayson

ethan never came back. which really doesn't surprise me.

so instead of dealing with my depressed ass, he sent aaron over to watch me.

we were sitting on the couch, playing 2k when  he spoke up.

"wanna know what you should get back into?"

"what?" i mumble, not looking away from the screen.

"songwriting." he shrugs.

"and why should i do that?"

"i know a guy who knows this rapper guy, post malone, he's really good bro. but anyways- he said that post is always open for material to sing."

"i'll think about it." i said.

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i did think about it. i thought about it long and hard. and i decided that i was gonna do it.

i didn't have anything better to do, and i was always looking for ways to make more cash. so this couldn't hurt.

i set down at the dining room table, looking at the purple pen and notebook paper sitting in front of me.

i pick up the pen and start writing-

she told me that i'm not enough.

and she left me with a broken heart.

she fooled me twice and it's all my fault.

she cut too deep now she left me scarred.

now there's so many thoughts goin through my brain.

and now i'm taking this shot like it's novocaine.

yeah, ooh, i fall apart. down to my core. ooh i fall apart, down to my core. ooh- didn't know it before.

surprised when you caught me off guard.

all this damn jewelry i bought.

you was my shorty i thought..