Round and round we go but this time I'm through,
tired of your this and that, you now my ex baby boo.
Always about you and never about us,
lies and deceit and nothing about trust.
No more where you going and when you coming home,
from this point forward I'm all alone.
I was all alone any way, a empty glass on a shelf,
even when we together I was by my self.
You not my mother, I wish you could see,
you was just my lover, not the boss of me.
Now who you gonna call when you need a shoulder,
it wont be me my mind is older.
Old enough to realize that I have wasted too much time,
young enough to know I can still find a dime.
This point forward we not Lovers and you not my Boss,
this heart belongs to me and so does this house!