Here's a letter to my ex, I wish you the best But there's a lotta things I gotta get up off my chest I'm moving to next, and I feel with no regrets 'Cause when I'm with you, girl, I'm not at my best Ooh, I know I should've called you But I didn't wanna make it [?] I know how you get when you mad So I paint it how I feel [?] Baby, by the time you get this I'll already be gone I'll be gone Couldn't say it to your face So I had to write it down In a song, ah I'm moving on (I'm moving on) I'm moving on (I'm moving on) Without you I'm moving on (I'm moving on) I'm moving on (I'm moving on) Without you In this letter to my ex, figured I'd address Couple of problems [?] next like Checking all his texts and asking where he been I know you don't wanna deal with that again, ah Ooh, I know I should've called you But I didn't wanna make it [?] I know how you get when you mad So I paint it how I feel [?] Baby, by the time you get this I'll already be gone I'll be gone Couldn't say it to your face So I had to write it down In a song, ah I'm moving on (I'm moving on) I'm moving on (I'm moving on) Without you I'm moving on (I'm moving on) I'm moving on (I'm moving on) Without you No part of me wants to say goodbye And then begin another sentence No part of me wants to say goodbye And then begin another sentence But this is the end Oh, this is the end This is the end Whoa, this is the end By the time you get this I'll already be gone I'll be gone Couldn't say it to your face So I had to write it down In a song, ah I'm moving on (I'm moving on) I'm moving on (I'm moving on) Without you I'm moving on (I'm moving on) I'm moving on (I'm moving on) Without you No part of me wants to say goodbye And then begin another sentence No part of me wants to say goodbye And then begin another sentence