I'd been calling it love
But now I know what it was
Guess I can't call it love
Now I know what it was
I'd never dream of giving you away
To the next woman with a similar face
Who makes promises, makes you wanna stay
And gives you purpose for three hundred days
But I guess it'll just have to do
I guess it's something I'll go through
I guess I have to get unused to becoming used to you
I'd been calling it love
But now I know what it was
Guess I can't call it love
Now I know what it was
I'd never believe if you said yesterday
I'd finally bring my things home and just stay
I'm not the kind to walk from the perfect role to play
But a casting director is sure to find another anyway
I'd been calling it love
But now I know what it was
Guess I can't call it love
Now I know what it was
So I guess it'll just have to do
I guess it's something I'll go through
I guess I have to
Get unused to you
I have to
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Songs I Write | VIII
PoetryHello! - Please don't steal. - If you do use any or anything, just give credit, thanks. - 20 years old, England.
