💢💢💢 I couldn't accept it I didn't want to Maybe it was my fault Maybe it was yours Maybe it was ours I had gotten so used to it Used to you Used to your arms Around my waist Tangled in my hair I had gotten used to it The smell of your cologne Mixed with a hint of soap And the strong scent of your aftershave I couldn't accept it I didn't want to Maybe it was my fault Maybe it was yours Maybe it was ours 💢💢💢All Rights Reserved