Aint Meant To Be

Woo
Woo

Had me in my room all alone in my grieve
You just text my phone and broke up with me why you leave
Why you take my heart bitch you know you thieve
I won't fall in love again leave my heart on my sleeve
I should of just left you alone like MMA I weaved
A girl that don't explain herself that's my pet peeve
I thought I found love really thought I achieve
Instead I feel alot of pain hate that I received

Some things ain't meant to be many friends enemy
Showing love to the wrong people and they they having no empathy
An these bitches ask me why you don't wanna simp for me
I was in relationship thought we had some chemistry
Cupid with arrow didn't hit with the right trajectory
You told me that you love me and you left me fucked me mentally
Hurts me more than anything you can do physically physically
Oh Yeah
This pain you cause up in my heart it turned me to a demon
I don't wanna see you bitch no not this season
Or any season It will be your season

Had me in my room all alone in my grieve
You just text my phone and broke up with me why you leave
Why you take my heart bitch you know you thieve
I won't fall in love again leave my heart on my sleeve
I should of just left you alone like MMA I weaved
A girl that don't explain herself that's my pet peeve
I thought I found love really thought I achieve

Instead I feel alot of pain hate that I received
I thought I had you figured out a menu with a recipe
Some pressure in my core I can feel it heavily
Don't fuck with astrology might end up with a Gemini
Always miss the moments that I had they were heavenly
Guess it was too good to be true end eventually
Guess it was too good to be true you left a spell on me
Guess it was too good to be true longevity
Guess it was too good to be true left me breathlessly
Guess it was too good to be true feeling empty feeling empty

Had me in my room all alone in my grieve
You just text my phone and broke up with me why you leave
Why you take my heart bitch you know you thieve
I won't fall in love again leave my heart on my sleeve
I should of just left you alone like MMA I weaved
A girl that don't explain herself that's my pet peeve
I thought I found love really thought I achieve
Instead I feel alot of pain hate that I received



Credits
Writer(s): Arthur Mooring
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