You Won't Hear This Testo

It's a quarter past four
I packed my bags with less things than we hold in conversation,
If that's even possible.
I wish it weren't true, but the fact that I could write this song,
and you can't speak a word it's why
You're not my baby.
Oh Baby, and maybe,
I'm crazy, yeah.
I don't want to have to write,
Don't want to have to write to you
But you made me.
You made me, because you never changed.
I think I'll move somewhere inviting,
where my heart is not being lied to,
Cause I'll keep on trying.
But you can't change anyone, so put that smile behind your lack of effort,
it's the only thing that shows anyway.
It's why
You'll never change