Got so used to calling you "baby"
Calling you by name don't feel right
Got so used to thinking we'd make it
The thought of you with him makes me cry
All the nights out with you on the Westside
Photographs, yeah you always got the best side
Empty space on my bed on the left side
I'm going out my mind
Don't know how to be strangers
Don't know how to hate you
'Cause part of you still has a part of me
So I'll leave the door open
If you ever wanna walk back in
And fall right back to us so easily
Don't know how to be strangers (Woah-oh)
How to be strangers (Woah-oh)
I say don't wanna know what you're doing (What you do, what you do, what you doing)
But I'm out here asking all of our friends
Where you been where you go on the weekend?
Are you thinking of me when you sleeping?
In his sheets does it have any meaning?
I'm going out my mind
Don't know how to be strangers
Don't know how to hate you
'Cause part of you still has a part of me
So I'll leave the door open
If you ever wanna walk back in
And fall right back to us so easily
Don't know how to be strangers (Woah-oh)
How to be strangers (Woah-oh, oh)
Strangers (Woah-oh)
I don't know how to be strangers (Woah-oh)
Don't know how to be strangers
Don't know how to hate you
'Cause part of you still has a part of me
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