Anna Nalick - In The Rough

Lyrics to In The Rough by Anna Nalick

You say you fell while holding diamonds in your hands "It's your fault for running, holding diamonds," I said And I offer no sympathy for that I hear that it was you who died alone And I offer no sympathy for that Better off I sparkle on my own And someday love will find me in the rough Someday love will finally be enough I turned around 3 times and wound up at your door Now you say you know all you did not know before And I offer no sympathy for that I hear that it was you who died alone And I offer no sympathy for that Better off I sparkle on my own And someday love will find me in the rough Someday love will finally be enough I got your love letters I threw them all away And I hear you think that I'm crazy I'm driving 95 And I'm driving you away And I shine a little more lately Someday love will find me in the rough Someday love will finally be enough Someday love will find me in the rough Someday love will finally be enough I shine a little more lately