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Being with you was like a rush

I felt like I was in high school

And you were my crush

I wouldn’t sleep -I wouldn’t eat

I would just think about you

Thinking of all the things that we could do

You’d only call once- Saturday night

I’d rush to where you were

Never put up a fight

You’d hurt me to where I was almost crying

But I’d deny my pain

Even though inside I was dying

Now it’s over and there’s no more pain

I can lift my head up

Because I aint your weekend thang

I got back to myself and I’m moving on

Dealt with my emotions

Trying to be strong

So why you wanna disrespect the woman that I am?

Crackin jokes with your friends

Boy- I don’t give a damn!

You do you and I will do me

No one ever said we had to fuck

But we could still be friendly

I’ll just stay to the side til you get off your high horse

And don’t doubt this, Deon

I’m moving on of course

Grow up and try to realize the things that you do

Hurting people to make up for what you lack-

It will come back to you

I still have love for the things that we did

The times that we laughed

Almost having a kid

You were special to me and I’ll always be here

But no longer

Will I shed a tear