Music: Jonathan 'Jay Angelo' Rhamie/Kadeem Clarke-Samuel
No point in arguing
What's done is done
You made my bed now
You gotta lay in it tonight
Where I used to confide
Where we would collide
I still miss the ride
I gave you so much
And you threw it in my face
Like I could be replaced
Missed when we were sweet
Now we're a bitter taste
I hate to say it
But I wish you well
I hate that I do
And it kills me
Kills me to say to say it
Coz you gave me hell
When you said you loved me
You knew the cost
There's no money in the world
That's gonna numb this loss
Now it burns
Let it burn