You were the one who told me I deserved better

That if it didn’t work out with you I should still find better

But anytime you miss me, you call me and tell me you’re trying to kiss me

But you only miss me for profit

Many times you confirmed your soul is genuine but you can’t even be honest

I ask you how often you miss me and you respond often

Want to love me in June and disappear in August 

You say you miss my face but I know you really miss my body

That’s when you become a nobody 

You’re fooling everybody

But I know it’s for profit

Those secrets need to come out of the closet

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