TIME
These days I've been feelin' so lost
Countin' all the days till you show up
Now you got me thinking I lost myself
So I'm sitting here hoping time will help
Face it, it ain't the same since
I'm not witchu girl
You can act like you don't know
But I know you're still looking through those photos
We both hurting and I know we're tryna find the remedy
But it ain't as simple as you saying that you're over me
Tryna go to parties but I know that ain't your type of scene
Treated you like everything, it's not easy forgetting me
And you're still complaining bout these fuckboys using you
It's nothin' new
Any attention for you is good
Something I now understood
Should've noticed all the signs sooner
But I was too focused on trying to fix you
That's a lot of time wasted
Just the latest in a long list
Of women that I never wanna reminisce
Tell me what the purpose is
On why you wanted to come back so badly
When you're the reason it got fucked up ever since
Already made your choice, hope you're happy
I been chilling in the cabanas down in Miami
I got no more worries bout taking shit from nobody
Just a little bop from a bitch, it makes me happy
This time I don't want your company, Baby
Benedict Arnold that loyalty, spare me
Bullshit to save this, the love has already been buried
But I can't deny the shit that we had was my therapy
(Um, this got me thinkin')
(That, no matter how much you try to)
(Fix something)
(Maybe sometimes it's best to just leave it how it is)
(Before it gets even more broken)
(Pssh man, I don't know)
(I'm just too gone right now)
When I think about our love, my heart just gets exhausted
Fuckin with these other guys, it got me feelin' nauseous
Never one to listen to me, that shit was exhausting
Abusing good things make it seem like you're so fuckin' heartless
Now I know that you're true colors show
Was it truly love?
That's all I'm tryna know
Never thought I was
Countin' all the days till you show up
Now you got me thinking I lost myself
So I'm sitting here hoping time will help
Face it, it ain't the same since
I'm not witchu girl
You can act like you don't know
But I know you're still looking through those photos
We both hurting and I know we're tryna find the remedy
But it ain't as simple as you saying that you're over me
Tryna go to parties but I know that ain't your type of scene
Treated you like everything, it's not easy forgetting me
And you're still complaining bout these fuckboys using you
It's nothin' new
Any attention for you is good
Something I now understood
Should've noticed all the signs sooner
But I was too focused on trying to fix you
That's a lot of time wasted
Just the latest in a long list
Of women that I never wanna reminisce
Tell me what the purpose is
On why you wanted to come back so badly
When you're the reason it got fucked up ever since
Already made your choice, hope you're happy
I been chilling in the cabanas down in Miami
I got no more worries bout taking shit from nobody
Just a little bop from a bitch, it makes me happy
This time I don't want your company, Baby
Benedict Arnold that loyalty, spare me
Bullshit to save this, the love has already been buried
But I can't deny the shit that we had was my therapy
(Um, this got me thinkin')
(That, no matter how much you try to)
(Fix something)
(Maybe sometimes it's best to just leave it how it is)
(Before it gets even more broken)
(Pssh man, I don't know)
(I'm just too gone right now)
When I think about our love, my heart just gets exhausted
Fuckin with these other guys, it got me feelin' nauseous
Never one to listen to me, that shit was exhausting
Abusing good things make it seem like you're so fuckin' heartless
Now I know that you're true colors show
Was it truly love?
That's all I'm tryna know
Never thought I was
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Writer(s): Kurt Alovera
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