Even though, time will show, the graces of your presence
But then again, it sets in, the court side tickets
Every time, I think of you, I fail to see reality
Who am I, a hate h back lovers guid, I wrote to you in disguise
Scrap that ride, Im not Ganna find a way for you to get to me
To be told, it really gets old, so what should I plan for
Every time, I think of you, I fail to see reality
Who am I, a hatch back lovers guid, I wrote to you in disguise
I guess Ill leave, don't be coming after me, ill be gone without making a scene,
Trust me that, I won't be back, sad to say but don't be afraid.