Rob Whyte on the beat
With all the lying that you keep behind doors
And all the crying that goes on the floor
I'm moving on leaving it all behind
Because you don't deserve to be on my mind
You were messing around thinking I would stay
I thought that you were true and that you wouldnt stray
What I found just made it all go away
So Ill let you make your bed and play
Locked phones as youre hiding your screen
I can tell that youre getting much more mean
Dont worry girl I won't cause a scene
But you don't deserve to be on my team
With all the lying that you keep behind doors
And all the crying that goes on the floor
Im moving on leaving it all behind
Because you dont deserve to be on my mind
Late nights late drinks and a party hour
Deep glass loud song and a whisky sour
I used to think that you could play the game
But now I realise you were just the same
Some secrets have a habit of coming out
Sometimes in a whisper or a scream and shout
Your habit of hiding where youve been
Let me know that youre not genuine
With all the lying that you keep behind doors
And all the crying that goes on the floor
Im moving on leaving it all behind
Because you dont deserve to be on my mind
With all the lying that you keep behind doors
And all the crying that goes on the floor
Im moving on leaving it all behind
And you wasted all of my precious time