A feeling I never felt before, seeing you leave trough that door. You done me wrong, you hurt me well.
I wanted you back and you could tell. Cuse even though you made me bled, I missed your smell I missed your feel.

But if stabbing me don’t make you sad, our love was always truly bad.
And if this world is made for two, it’s not been built for me and you. I see my worth, I see my soul, I see the rights in let you go.