Swear that I fucking miss you
Wish I could be there with you
Love like a magazine, we got so many fucking issues
Do you still think about me?
‘Cus I still I think about you
It’s crazy how I knew my life would be this bad without you
Mama told me that love could kill
And for you, girl you know I will
When it hurts, then you know it’s real
And you know that I’m hurting still
'Cus all I ever wanted was for us to be a family
Guess I’ll never understand how you just don’t wanna be happy