Fm Static
Dear God

Dear god I wrote this letter
To put my thoughts on paper
Sometimes life seems like a criminal
Without a well planned caper
I know you are the answer
But I forget the question
How do I know you love me?
When no one else, seems to care

I've tried everything I thought might, help me understand things
And it didn't tell me anything
Or even play my heart strings
So I’m writing you this letter
To wait for your reply
Cuz I'm so tired of not believing
I'll give you a try

I don't know, but I got this feeling
That today's gonna be my turning point
Everyday I get a little bit closer
It feels so good to finally be over
I don't know, but I think I'm learning
This type of thing never been my calling card
Sometimes you just gotta look closer
Instead of searching so hard

So when I start to get down
And the world fills up around me
And my head starts spinning like a top
From the way my heart beat's pounding
I can look up for a second
And know that I'm alright
I spent so long not believing
It's my turn to fly

I don't know, but I got this feeling
That today's gonna be my turning point
Everyday I get a little bit closer
It feels so good to finally be over
I don't know, but I think I’m learning
This type of thing, never been my calling card
Sometimes you just gotta look closer
Instead of searching so hard

How I miss you every time I looked, for you

I believe, but I got this feeling
That today's gonna be my turning point
Everyday I get a little bit closer
It feels so good to finally be over
I don't know, but I think I'm learning
This type of thing never been my calling card
Sometimes you just gotta look closer
Instead of searching so hard
Instead, of searching, so hard


Mirror lyrics:

Instead, of searching, so hard
Instead of searching so hard
Sometimes you just gotta look closer
This type of thing never been my calling card
I don't know, but I think I'm learning
It feels so good to finally be over
Everyday I get a little bit closer
That today's gonna be my turning point
I believe, but I got this feeling

How I miss you every time I looked, for you

Instead of searching so hard
Sometimes you just gotta look closer
This type of thing, never been my calling card
I don't know, but I think I’m learning
It feels so good to finally be over
Everyday I get a little bit closer
That today's gonna be my turning point
I don't know, but I got this feeling

It's my turn to fly
I spent so long not believing
And know that I'm alright
I can look up for a second
From the way my heart beat's pounding
And my head starts spinning like a top
And the world fills up around me
So when I start to get down

Instead of searching so hard
Sometimes you just gotta look closer
This type of thing never been my calling card
I don't know, but I think I'm learning
It feels so good to finally be over
Everyday I get a little bit closer
That today's gonna be my turning point
I don't know, but I got this feeling

I'll give you a try
Cuz I'm so tired of not believing
To wait for your reply
So I’m writing you this letter
Or even play my heart strings
And it didn't tell me anything
I've tried everything I thought might, help me understand things

When no one else, seems to care
How do I know you love me?
But I forget the question
I know you are the answer
Without a well planned caper
Sometimes life seems like a criminal
To put my thoughts on paper
Dear god I wrote this letter


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