Now I can't even get along with you
Warm summer days turned to cold winter nights
Long, strong embraces turned into a never ending fight
What would it take to get your lovin' back to me again?
Man, fuck an enemy, I'd rather be a better man
I never pictured that I would be rippin' pictures
Never thought that I'd be tellin' all my friends that I-I miss you
I miss the days when we used to talk all on the phone
Now I spend all of my Saturday nights all alone
You pulled a Nina Sky, just a Faded Memory
Got my hands together prayin' that you could come back to me
I guess you're too damn busy chasin' pavements
You could be chasin' my heart, I guess you paid it
Sick and tired of the false hope and the lies
Keep your player card, pimpin', this is my final goodbye
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