i was so high, swaying from side to side,
not knowing what would happen to move me next.
That's when the beat dropped and brought me back,
I see it here, it doesnt let me have anything to say,
she pins her finger on my lip and tells me to sit,
she's going to play I don't have to tangle up the strings that make her puppet work.
I bet i'm addicted to all kinds of escape and
i take it out on you because i'm so alone,
look lady;
i'm so hopeless I'm suicidal daily,
cause I don't have the energy left for this relationship.
Her stress rejuvenates my breath,
it gives me hope that she still has something to live for,
she won't ignore me, give me the evil eye,
because she realizes I'm the only man who acknowledges her existence;
that's what happens when people think you're an unobtainable beauty,
you get left alone and your game is boring.
So you prey on others who don't have the blessing you do,
and you play them like a card game,
left to chance but you don't realize they won't go down without a fight,
so thats how it happens up in here,
I've had it with your shit now get up and disappear-
wait. I guess I was wrong.
since I'm still in this friendship.
A friendship never was a relationship, you're right.
I guess I took a little too much,
should have just waited a few years.
My fault for taking your cigarette.
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