[Verse 1: Calvin Crabtree]

Tracks still coming, Tears still running

Still wondering reminiscing, pull my shoebox out from under the bed
Letters I've read before, Just keep them threw out the years
The emotion running threw me as I reed once again

NOTHING!
Seems that's all that's left, with everyone come stress, joy, Feeling's I can't explain
Out of all these ex-dames none still around. Makes me not want love, Butt still I search and always end up heart

In the heat of the passion and good times is what I remember
Seems they can't let go its holding me back From how they only talk and bring up the bad parts of the past
Its trash in the form of talk lady's nee to throw it out

What big Calvin's bout? Love loyalty honesty
Looking at what's wrote and how it turned out I can't believe. Now I find it hard to trust. Was in the land of the lost just got lust. What the $#&@?


[Hook: Calvin Crabtree]

Shoebox so full My hearts empty Body full of stress But what's next

Shoebox so full My hears empty Body full of stress

[Verse 2: Calvin Crabtree]


The letters,...
Why I still keep them? Maybe to find out there pattern

I did figure it out! They don't want love just a man with more clout
And a team of %#@! talkers convincing them I ain't no good
Just a normal man ain't representing no hood

Not a robber just an author Speaking poetry to the sound of music
Letters so confusing,... Am I even a memory to them? Not even still a friend
Loss of contact all tho its to late to keep in touch

Got so many letters it could keep me busy for months
All the stunts and antic you figure I wouldn't fall for these tricks
I'm soft in heart strong in mind

So deceiving hart telling what when on when I was sleeping in my own bed
It stained my feelings and the way I approach women
I'm still living to them I must bee dead. Probably had a fake funeral just to not show up. I'm on the edge!


[Hook: Calvin Crabtree]


Shoebox so full My hearts empty Body full of stress But whats next
Shoebox so full My hears empty Body full of stress


[Verse 3: Calvin Crabtree]

I wonder sometimes how they could let it all go

Letters seem so happy. What exactly was on there mind?
I can't tell. Never will able
Lyrics running like water, But they gone with the wind, Stuck in sin

Wishing a real woman would step up and throw them away. Bring them better days
I'm only 19 just don't want to get to where its to late
Treat women like I'm casanova you just a pretender in vain

Girls went from loving and innocent to insane
For a few I acted the same way only during the break up
In my mind I know most where sent only to make an illusion that I'm evil

Not a show no encore
They either get with the next man, or go play someone else when there friend are wanting more
What a sick thing to watch!

Some girls even made me lose my closest boys
A game so funny they happy in misery I'm happy with nothing