Wynter Gordon
Keep Cool FAKE
Late night, wake up
I'm sick, I'm stuck
You're here, so near
Your dream my fear
Your love, my loss
Your dime my cost
My fate, your hands
My life, your brand

Living my life in spite of you
This is the best that I can do
Nothing left for me to prove
I give it all to you

Nothing's what we made it
And we're living like we hate it
I have given all I can
But I can't anymore
Freedom, I can taste it
And the truth, I need to face it
I've always been dedicated
But I can't anymore

Girl you know our love is kinda crazy
And no matter what you're still my lady
Oh
I know you're fienin up here weekly lately
Ah boy you'll find a stretch, you'll never leave me
Oh