Overboard

[Jessica Jarrell]
It feels like we've been out at sea,
So back and forth that's how it seems,
And when I wanna talk you say to me,
That if it's meant to be it will be.

So crazy in this thing we call love,
And now that we've got it we just can't give up
I'm reaching out for you,
Got me out here in the water and I,

[Justin Bieber]
I'm overboard
And I need your love to pull me up
I can't swim on my own
It's too much
Feel like I'm drowning without your love,
So throw yourself out to me my lifesaver.

Never understood you when you'd say,
You wanted me to meet you halfway,
I felt like I was doing my part,
You kept thinking you were coming up short
Its funny how things change cause now I see.

So crazy in this thing we call love,
And now that we've got it we just can't give up
I'm reaching out for you,
Got me out here in the water and I,
I'm overboard
And I need your love to pull me up
I can't swim on my own
It's too much
Feel like I'm drowning without your love,
So throw yourself out to me my lifesaver.

It's supposed to be some give and take I know,
But your only taking and not giving anymore,
So what do I do?
Cause I still love you,
And you're the only one who can save me.

I'm overboard
And I need your love to pull me up
I can't swim on my own
It's too much
Feel like I'm drowning without your love,
So throw yourself out to me my lifesaver.

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