Letra da Música True Love de Jay Buchanan

Put those thoughts back
Into your sorrow
And hang it on
Where it meant to
And the morning in you
You act like is new
Give me you can't handdle

But don't call me heartbreaker
Because nothing is been broken
But don't call me theft
Because nothing is been stolen
'Cuz is the freedom you keep
It is a piece of yourself
It says "no one must get too important"

And as lonely as it comes back
Like heaven from hell
She's my prodigal son
And you almost got rich
But you come home all the sudden
Little son of a bitch

True love
For youself
Live for your heart
And live on your dreams
In return it will feed your soul
You give your heart
To generate steem
'Cuz you know it burn harder than cold

But don't call me heartbreaker
Because nothing is been broken
But don't call me theft
Because nothing is been stolen
'Cuz is the freedom you keep
It is a piece of yourself
It says "no one must get too important"

And as lonely as it comes back
Like heaven from hell
She's my prodigal son
And you almost got rich
But you come home all the sudden
Little son of a bitch
Yeah

'Cuz is the freedom you keep
It is a piece of yourself
It says "no one must get too important"
And as lonely as it comes back
Like heaven from hell
She's my prodigal son
And you almost got rich
But you come home all the sudden
Little son of a bitch
Yeah