Are you messing with me?
Messing with my heart, my mind, my feelings for you?
Are you trying to make me confess my infatuated love for you?
Well I won’t. Not ever. Because I’m over you.
Your words…the ones you type, or text or speak.
I’m done with you.
It was hard at first, cuz I fell,
my heart was unprotected then.
My guard was down,
but now I stood up,
and my heart has its walls up.
Ten thousand men at every gate,
I won’t let you in again.
I will always care and have love you,
but I’m thru loving you in the way I did.