Текст Faith Evans – Mailman

Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na

Just coming home from work
To a cold and empty house
Can’t even eat, so hurt
Anticipating on this couch
Waiting on the phone to ring
Or the sound of your keys
I’m faced with this reality
That you’re not coming home to me

1
— Mailman
Is there a letter for me
Please make it better for me
Say that it’s only a dream
He’s really here with me

Folding up the sheets as I
Think about the way it was
I’m missing you, I’m not gon’ lie
You were my first and only love
It’s taking every piece of me
To be strong enough to live
Late at night I get so weak
It’s the fact that you’re not here

Repeat 1

I tried my best to stop you
When you were trying to leave
I tried to tell you that

Repeat 1 until fade