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Text: Kendall Payne. Grown. Happy.


I can't sleep it's Sunday morning
I get no peace when you're away
I thought the stars were finally for us
I read 'em wrong, they're brewing hurricanes
Take these arms we call our home
And feel just what is true
They sky ain't moving me away, it's the sky that's moving you
I can't breathe it's all too sudden
You made your move and by surprise
I've been caught again in danger
Divorce myself or be your bride
Take these words of right and wrong
And tell me how they fit
When I'm wrong for loving me
And you're right, I just can't quit
I wanna be free to be happy again
I wanna be told that you love who I am
And if it's a spark that you're missing
Then maybe you should try and hold my hand
I wanna be happy again
I can't choose between now and never
Our baby boy he's almost five
And he needs both his momma and daddy
And I won't make him choose a side
Take these roads we travel
And tell me where they lead
You sold me heaven but gave me hell
And with every step I bleed
Kendall Payne