[Chorus]
Talk is cheap, but the words cut deep
Promises get old, they get hard to keep
Tell me, please, 'cause I'm losing sleep
Do you want my love? Is it obsolete?
[Verse 1]
Always was so easy hanging out
But it sure doesn't feel like that now
I know that you have been feeling rough
Or are you falling out of love?
[Chorus]
Talk is cheap, but the words cut deep
Promises get old, they get hard to keep
[Interlude]
Wait
Just wait
Okay
[Verse 2]
Tell it to me straight, don't tell me lies
Believe when I say I'll be alright
'Cause I'm already talkin' like it's done
Sayin' things like, "At lеast we had some fun"
And things like, "I guеss we met too young"
[Chorus]
But the words cut deep
Promises get old, they get hard to keep
Tell me, please, 'cause I'm losing sleep
Do you want my love? Is it obsolete?
Jealousy lurking underneath
It's a warning sign that you never see
Tell me, please, tell me honestly
Do you want my love? Is it obsolete?
[Bridge]
Just tell me what is up, tell me what is up
I've almost had enough, you're playing with my love
Just tell me what is up, yes, really, what the fuck?
I may not be your man, but I would understand
I would understand
I may not be your man, but I would understand
[Outro]
Just tell it like it is to me, baby (Oh)
Just say I'm right, I'll do the rest, baby
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