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I’m in the middle,
Unsure what to do.
He treats me good,
But I’m with you.
He says I’m beautiful,
And he can’t believe.
That I man like you,
Keeps threatening to leave.
I am constantly told,
That I deserve more.
I should do myself a favor,
And walk out the door.
He’ll treat me better,
Showing me something new.
He’ll keep me happy,
Something you couldn’t do.
Well this is it,
My turn to say goodbye.
I’m the one that’s leaving,
And you’re the reason why. |