You need to pick yourself up and start living instead. You need to stop giving in to all the shit that he says, makes you feel like a bitch when you try to forget.. Girl…, stop thinkin’ he’ll be comin’ back around for ya, open up the car door and drive it outta town with ya. I hate to break it to ya lady, but its over, so you can cancel the search for your four leafed clover. ‘Cause ain’t no amount of wishin’ gonna bring him back, ain’t no amount of givin’ gonna change his tracks. Ain’t no amount of cinnamon gonna sweeten the crap, that you’ve been takin’ from this dude tryna pretend that you’re happy so, guess you’re lookin’ for the sunshine and progress.