He said I was a keeper ...so he kept me

Wrapped tight in his deciet is where he left me

Not trying to help knowing me and him wasnt healthy

But I felt like gold even though we werent wealthy

I was treated like a princess, better yet a queen

And he was my king before things jumped in between

He worshipped me, but we always kept God first

Just focused on us not the other girls and their thirst

Said we would grow old together but he managed to break my heart first

And we're still close which kind of makes the situation worse

Because, even though he's still trying I'd rather not put us in reverse

I'll admit I fell in love with the idea of someone loving me

Maybe that's why I'm still holding on to history

Reminiscing and looking back I guess I was his general

Us is what I was fighting for

But it seems the battle had me sidetracked and I ended up losing the war

Probably was for the better though

It must have been our time to go

But there is still one thing that lingers, something I really need to know

If I am such a keeper then how could he let me go?