DEAR MR EX,

I'm sitting lookin' out the window like, damn,Tryna fix the situation thats at hand,You still running through my mind, When I'm knowin' that you shouldn't be,Me I'm on your mind,And I'm knowin' that it couldn't be,Cause you ain't called ,I ain't even apauled, I ain't dealt wit it all,I been runnin' round wit other boys, I'm single and they lovin' it, I'm liking it,But I just want the one that I was in love wit, Thats not the end of it ,I'm tryna let you go, I cant get a grip of it is what ,I'm trynna let you know , You got a hold of some kinda control of me ,
I don't know what it is
But I gotta get you gone from me
I'm working at it
And it ain't getting no better
Just tryna be like
Yea, forget it, whatever
Instead of staring out this glass
Looking at this bad weather
Damn, I gotta pull myself together