A Little More Personal - Confessions Of a Broken Heart lyrics


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I wait for the postman to bring me a letter
I wait for the good Lord to make me feel better
And I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders
A family in crisis that only grows older

Why'd you have to go
Why'd you have to go
Why'd you have to go

Chorus:
Daughter to father, daughter to father
I am broken but I am hoping
Daughter to father, daughter to father
I am crying, a part of me dying and
These are, these are
The confessions of a broken heart

I wear all your old clothes, your polo sweater
I dream of another you, the one who would never (never)
Leave me alone to pick up the pieces
A daddy to hold me that's what I needed, so

Why'd you have to go
Why'd you have to go
Why'd you have to go

Chorus:
Daughter to father, daughter to father
I don't know you but I still want to
Daughter to father, daughter to father
Tell me the truth did you ever love me
Cause these are, these are
The confessions of a broken heart

I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you

Chorus:
Daughter to father, daughter to father
I don't know you but I still want to
Daughter to father, daughter to father
Tell me the truth did you ever love me
Did you ever love me
These are the confessions of a broken heart

I wait for the postman to bring me a letter


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