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Hold Up…Wait a Minute (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)


"Hold Up…Wait a Minute"

I think you have me confused with a fool
How could you ever think, for you, I would drool?

When no one is looking you say you love me
I’m the first person you run to constantly

When everyone is looking I say I love you back
I built us a home but yet you ran back to that shack

You left me and never without a thank you or goodbye
So trust me, I promise my love for you will die

Maybe not today, but tomorrow you will be an afterthought
Some day you will remember how hard for you I fought

But the next time you see this shooting star high in the sky
You will face the reality that you are falling star (if even), “Goodbye”

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