If I was to be sweep off my feet what would you do?

These years of cat chasing was somewhat of a journey.

This year love is better left in the past.                          

Heaven knows it’s high time for me to move on.

I have been waiting on bus line for a bus that is not going to come.

And when you hold me it’s going to be for the last time.

I rather be cold then have your big thick muscle arms around me one more time.

I do not want to forget how my heart got torn.

When the tears come rolling down my face, it’s the sweet taste of salt to remember me to taste the lemons.

See I thought I was going to be unable to love again.

I am turning myself in circles chasing you.

Like a cat chases its tall just to find out it belong to his body.

I  am not going  in circles to see my butt.

See if you truly loved me you would have fought for our love.

See all your sweet little lies and all those sweet baby cakes were all the voice of your twin.

So before I request your warmth again, I am going to wrap my arms around my body.

I am not going to sit at this bus stop any longer; I am catching the next train out this town.

See I finally realized that life does go on and you are not the only good riding transportation in this town.