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“Packed” by Little Brazil
I’m packed and I’m holding
On to the conversation we just had
You said something like sorry
Something like sorry
Was I not good enough?
Did I speak up too much about my feelings?
I know I’m not much but I gave it all to you
There’s blood still dripping from this face
Were you ever in love?
Did you ever feel like this was the one?
Or was I just a stepping stone to help you grow up?
Well you should know I’ve been used before
Quickly make it what they want
Then I show them the door
My heart just gives and gives like a whore
So, baby, if you want some more
Follow me, I’ll make you feel that I’m for sure
You best start you explaining
I don’t have the time or strength to play these games
With my patience depleting
I’m now on the offensive
I guess I shouldn’t have expected much
From a college girl who wants to play rough
But somehow you got in and warmed my soul
It always feels good to play that foolish roll
You said “I’ll never leave you”
Well, baby, I believed you
Another strike on the score
My whole plush reality restored
