“They Don’t”

Do they?

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They don’t know you
Like I do
They don’t how to sit with you
When you feel blue
They don’t know what words
Are clues
To how you’re feeling
They don’t know where to pour extra love
Where you need healing
They claim they’re willing
Able to do a better job
Don’t they know
I can’t be robbed
When it comes to your heart.
Copy my lingo
Cause they don’t know where to start
Loving you is an art
I’m the artist
Painting a masterpiece
Working to build our family
Couldn’t walk a block
In my shoes
But think they can be the King
Heavy
Is the head
That wears the crown
I cry all alone in the woods
So to outsiders
I never make a sound
I wear it proud
Never let it hit the ground
My Queen,
They don’t know you
Like I do
They wish they did
But could they really handle it
Could they put the same amount of effort in?
It was never a game
But I always play to win
If loving you was a sin
They’d have to send SWAT on me
Cause I won’t ever leave
Words can deceive
Their actions are naive
Trust and believe
If I’m going down
I won’t forget to swing