Broken Hearted - Trevor Jackson

I see the better sides of you

Cause you pick me up

If I ever fall down on you

You take it all

You take it all, all

Girl I shoulda told you I was broken hearted

Now you stuck with all my scars and all my problems

I shoulda kept you more informed for that I’m sorry

I’m sorry (I'm sorry)

But you bear all my scars and all my pain with honor

You justify my love just like your name Madonna

You love all my crazy cool, my flaws and all babe

You got me yeah, yeah, yeah

I’m sorry that my heart don’t always beat on the right tempo

I’m sorry that I always try to fight cause it’s easy

Yeah you do anything that you could

Love me the way that you do

So good, so good, so good

Hut one, hut two when I’m in it

Hut three when I’m all up in the middle

And I know you kinda little so I’m hitting your appendix

Sorry but I gotta let the world know you a gymnast

Oh yeah both legs in the air

Oh yeah how you doing down there?

Pretty good, I mean really good but

It ain’t the way you fuck but they way you care

I see the better sides of you

Cause you pick me up

If I ever fall down on you

You take it all

You take it all, all

Girl I shoulda told you I was broken hearted

Now you stuck with all my scars and all my problems

I shoulda kept you more informed for that I’m sorry

I’m sorry (I'm sorry)

But you bear all my scars and all my pain with honor

You justify my love just like your name Madonna

You love all my crazy cool, my flaws and all babe

You got me yeah, yeah, yeah

You got me (Girl I shoulda told you I was broken hearted)

You got me (Now you stuck with all my scars and all my problems)

You got me (I shoulda kept you more informed for that I’m sorry)

Thank you baby (I'm sorry)

Thank you for all your love

And your time, and your patience and all that

Thank you for putting your trust in me

On the nights I didn’t call back

I saw that

Yeah, yeah, yeah