Up all night talkin' on the phone, Knowin' you're sittin there alone, That was the hardest part, I never thought I would be talkin' to myself, I never been so close to death, I keep on thinkin' 'bout chya, And every memory we made,
(It was like Heaven, Hell and everything), (You were my summer, winter, close of spring), And now you hurt me, healed me, Can't believe, it's over, (When you can't sleep at night), (Feelin' like you can't get it right), (And you should be done by now), (Amazin' what used to be), (We had all the missin' pieces), You're missin' the best part, You're missin' the best part, You're missin' the best part, You should be done by now Feelin' like I hate you on low, Knowin' you ain't never coming home, I never thought I would be standin' at the stove, And now I'm eatin' it alone, Can't keep on thinkin' about it, Tryna let these memories fade,
(It was like Heaven, Hell and everything), (You were my summer, winter, close of spring), Can't believe that it's over, (When you can't sleep at night), (Feelin' like you can't get it right), (And you should be done by), (Amazin' what used to be), (We had all the missin' pieces), You're missin the best part, You're missin the best part, You're missin the best part, You should be done by now
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