Sometimes
Sometimes, I'm not sure if I wanna cry.
Because loving you is just so hard to do.
Probably, should have listened to my first mind
or my momma when she told me to leave.
But, how could I do that? After all these years
yeah, after all these years. Now you got me
thinking was this all a mistake. Looking back
at what we used to be.
So many times I've been lied to by a
couple of guys I thought loved me. I thought
loved me, I thought loved me. Loved me yeah,
loved me.
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