It feels like the people we meet and the people we see are the people who fuck us over the most, you let them in so close, then they fuck your life up even more then it should be. (Chorus) Then we think hey, it's the love we go threw, part of life that calls you, no one know who you might be and no one know the love you went threw with her. The time you spend crying over your lose, its time you could have spent getting out there and fixed your life up. Cause it seems like you miss her, and seems like you want her back. It seems like you want her body up against yours. But she wont take you you back, so you then you say (Chorus) hey, it's the love we go threw, part of life that calls you, no one knows who you might be and no one know the love you went threw with her. The love you miss and the love you see, is the love you give and what you receive. When people throw the words out, they do it with out a sense of it. (Chorus) Then we think hey, it's the love we go threw, part of life that calls you, no one know who you might be and no one know the love you went threw with her. With her,r,r With her,r,r It's the sense of love we see, it's the sense of live we need, maybe it wasnt the love we went threw, and it was all about what we need in weed. So I said I miss you, you text back with Fuck you. fuck you to bitch maybe it wasnt the best.