by Lance Sawyer

Created on: September 24, 2008

Hooking Up With Someone Else

Why do I always put myself in this position?
Why do I constantly let you hurt me,
Put me down, and in addition,
You say it'll stop and
I'm the fool, because I listen.
It would be funny if I wasn't the guy that you stay dissin'.
Call you two or three times a night,
But you don't pick up your phone.
Hoping for a chance to be with you,
But end up all alone.

Baby girl, is this the end?
Are you trying to say we're through?
Am I the one that's wrong because I wanna be with you?

It's time to cut it short,
I can't deal with you no more.
Please don't let it hit you on my way outside the door.
It doesn't matter if you weep,
Because I'm sick of all your lies.
In fact, I'm glad it's over and
There's no need to say goodbye.
You don't have to pack my things,
I can do it all myself.
Besides, you'll be too busy
Hooking up with someone else.

Don't worry about me,
I'm gonna be just fine.
I need another baby,
We can make up another time.
"One more chance!" is so played out,
You need another line.
Avoiding me was hurtful,
But I thank God for the sign.
Your excuses were so phony,
Atleast you can say you played me like a fool.
Even now I can't believe
I really bought that load of bull.
I take back what I said
About us being in love.
I thought that I was ill,
But it was you I was sick of.

It's time to cut it short,
I can't deal with you no more.
Please don't let it hit you on my way outside the door.
It doesn't matter if you weep,
Because I'm sick of all your lies.
In fact, I'm glad it's over and
There's no need to say goodbye.
You don't have to pack my things,
I can do it all myself.
Besides, you'll be too busy
Hooking up with someone else.

I'm trying my best to keep this situation
Under control,
But it'll take some time to get over
How you could be so bold
With other men creeping around with you
While I was in your life,
No, I don't need you baby;
I'm glad I finally saw the light.

It's time to cut it short,
I can't deal with you no more.
Please don't let it hit you on my way outside the door.
It doesn't matter if you weep,
Because I'm sick of all your lies.
In fact, I'm glad it's over and
There's no need to say goodbye.
You don't have to pack my things,
I can do it all myself.
Besides, you'll be too busy
Hooking up with someone else.

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