A song made by Blessed Child 🙌 😇 🙏 ☺️
A song made by Blessed Child 🙌 😇 🙏 ☺️
Yoh... Peter...
Is this how we end, mukwai?
Eish, my heart is hurting.
Since you moved to Chunga, things have changed
The outings we loved, now they feel so strange
No more late night calls, no more holding my hand
I'm standing alone in the Lusaka sand
Are you pretending? Tell me the truth, oh
Peter, why the distance, oh?
Peter, our love is losing its shape, oh
I feel like I'm forcing this thing, oh, mayo!
You look at me but your heart is far away
Is there still a place for us to stay?
Peter, don't feed me with boza
Just hold me close or let me go, ah.
I miss the attention, I miss the sweet vibe
Now I feel unwanted, just trying to survive
You pretend it's okay, but your coldness shows
Where did the warmth go? Only heaven knows
I still love you deep, but it hurts my soul
This drifting apart is taking its toll.
Peter, our love is losing its shape, oh
I feel like I'm forcing this thing, oh, mayo!
You look at me but your heart is far away
Is there still a place for us to stay?
Peter, don't feed me with boza
Just hold me close or let me go, ah.
Peter... (yoh)
Are we forcing things?
Tell me the truth, mukwai...
Eish, it hurts.

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