I exit the car from the passenger side
Then say good night before starting my stride.
I won’t turn around…
I know I look good. He’s bound to stare.
I continue to strut with my head in the air.
I won’t turn around..
I climb each step with the grace of a cat.
Because of my ego I can’t look back.
I won’t turn around…
I clearly hear him calling my name
But I’m too determined to play his game.
I won’t turn around…
I look through my purse in search of my key
still smelling the scent he left on me.
I won’t turn around…
A love triangle trigger the end.
He hurt me once. He’ll hurt me again.
I won’t turn around.
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