Produced by 2Deep

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[Hook]
So you want to throw our love away,
so you think we ought to say goodbye,
and you tell me we’ve run out of time,
can’t make a heart, stop on a dime

[Verse 1]
A message to the thugs, there's a million things I've loved,
now there's a million things I hate, feelin like I'm gonna break,
I used to love ebonics, used to love smokin chronic,
or anything to get me high, in the school bathroom no lie,
not to sound like a dick, but now love makes me sick,
used to think love was great, but half of it was fake,
the other half makes me suffer, it's true I still love her,
it's got me feelin kinda ILL, a shoutout if you get it still,
I love to have no fear, but then I look in the mirror,
I love hating myself, so I drink and smoke away my health,
til the day I'm in a casket, light and spark the matches,
set my grave to flame, just to imprint my name,
reading rest in peace Phade, this man here got slayed,
after he threw his love away, there's nothing else to say,
but I hope you realize, I'm sorry for the lies,
I'm sorry for the pain, I'm sorry for you knowing my name

[Hook]
So you want to throw our love away,
so you think we ought to say goodbye,
and you tell me we’ve run out of time,
can’t make a heart, stop on a dime

[Verse 2]
I refuse to say goodbye, I refuse to let this die,
I love to sit and write, but I don't love to fight,
only do it if I gotta, got you thinkin I'm a monster,
and it's all I'm good for, but now you got me ignored,
and sayin I'm a dick, but then they choose a prick,
that will punch em in the face, that time was such a waste,
call me cryin he hit you, your face was black and blue,
I did it as your friend, but if you want that to end,
you don't gotta say it twice, I used to love bein nice,
but what's it ever got me, not a thing you see,
I wish I could be heartless, and not care regardless,
tell me I walk around angry, give me a reason to be happy,
there's not a reason in sight, what is wrong from right,
but the point is I try, leaves me with no choice but to die,
used to love so much about it, makes me sick to my stomach,
now these nights I can't sleep, now my heart is feelin weak

[Hook]
So you want to throw our love away,
so you think we ought to say goodbye,
and you tell me we’ve run out of time,
can’t make a heart, stop on a dime

[Verse 3]
Through all the kisses and hugs, maybe I'm not one for love,
cause even though I love this chick, she thinks I'm a dick,
she even thinks I don't care, but maybe it's cause I'm scared,
I can't do enough to make her happy, drivin myself angry,
to say things I don't mean, I shatter my own dream,
now I see it's not bad luck, I'm just that much a f*** up,
sometimes I'm sorry ain't enough, I used to love actin tough,
this hard bad ass image, but it was only a gimmick,
but I know she knows it, I wish I could just focus,
and change everything I've done, never pick up a gun,
never even start a fight, never even start to write,
never join up in a gang, never let out a bang,
but I can't hide from my past, second place is the same as last,
go and build a time machine, change all I did mean,
but life don't work like that, I'm sorry and that's a fact,
and all that's left to say, is I'll throw my love away

[Hook]
So you want to throw our love away,
so you think we ought to say goodbye,
and you tell me we’ve run out of time,
can’t make a heart, stop on a dime