There was one time in our lives things weren't complete,
the fire was raging and I couldn't stand the heat.
We couldn't stand one another; we up in each other space,
the thought of separation; you can feel it on our face.
The excuss that we use; to get some time to breath,
thinking all along this part of the break-up scheme.
Its like we find things to argue about; time is running out,
somedays theirs barely said; separated on two sides of the house.
She want tell me whats on her mind; probably got something to hide,
mean mugging each other; with plotting in our eyes.
Its like that sometimes; when someone else is doing your job,
love is ending and Its in the process of being robbed.
Everyone is a suspect; I can't handle the thought,
guilt is a factor; because of the times we got caught.
Lets pause the present for a moment; take a trip to the past,
I did everything for our love; I just wanted to make it last.
Should of paid attention to the signs; love started to fast,
she was use to this type of rush; her present reflects her past.
The insecure type; so intune with previous emotions,
when love presents itself; you waste no time putting it in motion.
I should of took the time to get to know; instead of rushing time,
now Im stuck thinking in the past and the present is defined.
I don't want this to end but times and us have changed,
I thought love was forever; love I learn sometimes can be strange.