You’re trying to remember why you cut all your hair Were you trying to be someone you weren’t? You don’t hang around the old haunts anymore, no, all the of those bridges are burned He doesn’t’ like to share you – he likes your hair short, You’re not you, you’re not you anymore
So, take off that necklace he stole from his mother, it doesn’t mean what it meant before Pack up your pictures and gather all your clothes, but leave that lingerie that he bought you on the floor It made you so awkward, you felt like a whore… it's not you, it's not you anymore
Girl, you need to be patient – the days gonna come – you’ll leave your old baggage behind No more excuses, no more denials; you’re tired and you’re drawing the line You’re nobody’s lapdog – you’re closing that door You’re not you, you’re not you anymore