"Annabel" lyrics
"Annabel"
I can never think correctly
You can never show your heart
I was set in my ways and you
Wanted to change and we both fell apart
You wanted a man to marry
And I could never get past my sin
It was all just so strange
I was halfway deranged
Pretty much the same shape I'm in now
And I need you if I'm gonna make it through this hell
Annabel
Your benevolent way and manner
My sickly gunshy heart
You wanted for me to heal
But I just tried to conceal it all right from the start
Keep it honest and open
That's what you always said
But what's a man to do when
He don't know the truth
And he lives inside his own head now
But I need you if I'm gonna make it through this hell
And I guess I'll just give it a shot now
Try to make it on my own
But God it just feel like a let down
That this house just ain't our home
Ain't our home
But I need you if I'm gonna make it through this hell
I need you if I'm gonna make it through this hell
I need you if I'm gonna make it through this hell
Annabel
Writer(s): Isaac Gibson
- AZLyrics
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- 49 Winchester Lyrics
album:
"Fortune Favors The Bold" (2022)
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