I remember it all, the rise and the fall.
First date, first kiss, first fight, and first brawl.
I remember day one, I remember the fun,
I remember the troubles, and my tears at the set of the sun.
I loved the time that we spent, all the good that we meant,
I hate how it turned out, and what all this was about.
I hate it and love it, but what will it be?
For each love I got, two hates gave me the key.
To do what I did, to open the door and to split.
Because once your fed up, the results can’t be nothing but shit.
But all this wasn’t a waste, it just gave me a taste,
Of how sour life is and it just repeats like “copy then paste”.
Now it’s time to move on, time to be strong,
I’m not phased girl, They Still call me the Don.