Too Used To Being With You

Mhm too used to that certain someone to offer my love to anyone new
My excuse for not wanting no one too used to being with you
When you lose a true love you treasure other affairs are just to pass time
You find a kiss just a cheap imitation the love they offer’s not real genuine
Too used to that certain someone…
Some other’s arms may hold and caress you and some other’s lips may burn on my
own
While my eyes are filled with their beauty my heart inside will be crying alone
Too used to that certain someone…