Boy, I swear you change your mind like you change your drawers
You told me you loved me
but I don't think you still do.
Was I just a phase
or just something to do?
Was being crazy for me a season?
Because if so,
I believe are small confidential love affair
was a sweet June day
Where are relationship grew
like the red apples that grow
in June.
But now its November
where the lack of calls are like the frigid breezes that make me shiver and shake
Making me wish that it was sweet June again.
Was loving me a season that changed?
Or am I too deep for my own good?
Do I love too hard?
Were we on the same page
or in different books?
Yours being "my friend"
Mines being " I hope this never ends"
Was I too serious?
Was I, am I delirious?
Or do you change your mind like you change your drawers?
Did you ever really love me at all?
Was I a phase?
Or was I a season?
