Been holding on to the past now, for way to long
Now I've got to let it go, even though it feels wrong.
My thoughts and feelings made me think, it was one way
just to turn around and find, boy was i wrong today
Some people have a way, of making you think "you're it"
then turn around and remind you, I really think you're shit.
You mean no more to me, than anyone else i know
just because we had 16 yrs., doesn't mean you're still my doe
I'll fuck you when you want, then show you to the door
someone else needs my time, and I need a little whore.
So it's time to move on, and put the past in the past
and find a new love, and hope this time it will last.
I can't keep looking back, and then be pushed away
I can't just be there, when you need a lay.
So moving forward, not to ever look back
i'm loosing your phone number, email, and the address to your shack.
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