Chorus:
Girl, it’s hitting me, our history is tearing us apart
you used to call me your (lover)
now I’m sitting here in fear of breaking up your heart
and calling you just another
Verse:
we used to be together like peas in a pod
the way you used to move, girl, got me so hard
fantasy into reality like, MY GOD!
used to think we’d be together forever but – nah!
I heard times change and rearrange us
now I think it’s true because nowadays we acting like strangers
instead of telephone tag, tryna catch me on the phone
nowadays, I find I’m spending more nights alone
I’m out of phase, confused, wondering ‘how did we lose touch’
a fruit so sweet, I gripped too tight, it bruised much
now I spend nights pondering
our history wondering
through the broken pieces of a fractured past
but one thing I’ve learned is that pain, it don’t last
so I’ve moved on, now I feel that I’m truly free
I guess lust can make us blind to the realities
now I know that we can never be
it’s sad to see
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