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This Fruit

Written by

K'noup

Music by Carla Morrison

I loved you more than I loved myself.

This I confess.

To hell with what I am told, I will do what I think is best.

You can count on me to walk out that door before you detest.

So don’t lash out at me when you were the queen in our hornet’s nest.

I don’t really care if when I look back, you’re not there.

 

I’m alive because of you.

I’m ashamed because of me.

I will sing in falsetto.

While my tears they crescendo.

 

I’m adrift in rough seas.

I’m awake in deep sleep. 

I will serve my own sentence.

I will have no repentance. 

 

This fruit that feeds my soul, is much like your heart bittersweet.

I may lose control and write you this song, sincerely me.

I don’t really care if when I look back, you're not there.

 

I’m alive because of you.

I’m ashamed because of me.

I will sing in falsetto

While my tears they crescendo.

 

I’m adrift in rough seas.

I’m awake in deep sleep. 

I will serve my own sentence.

I will have no repentance. 

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