The Keeper Songtext
von Donna Missal

Saw you there on a Sunday when I called you that night,
Seemed to never get the message but I left it in spite

I waited up
Am I chasing after nothing? Tell me me what you need from me
Why you make this so impossible
Causing all this trouble, using up my time.
I don′t even want it. Not anymore, you're not sorry (oh, oh)


I guess, don′t hold my phone like a
Bible, you get off making plans you don't follow
Run me around
I look stupid again and you like it.
I'll be gone when you crawl out of hiding
Causing all this trouble, using up my time.
I don′t even want it. Not anymore, you′re not sorry (oh, oh)

You're causing all this trouble, using up my time.
I don′t even want it. Not anymore, you're not sorry (oh, oh)