I met you in the summer
I thought you were my lover
Got me thinking ’bout the nights
That it was only you and I.

You and I used to sync
As if we were connected
But as soon as summer fell
We can’t really tell.

I can’t seem to get your fragrance off me
It kind of became my scent
But now flies, fly around me
They telling me to find my smell.

I think is time to say goodbye
You have become a hassle
A game of tug of war
You may have won the battle, but I won overall.

Nicaury Suarez