im so fucking sick,
of the shit you talk
you’re all up on his dick and you cant walk the walk
your emotion, its an unhealthy thing, you expect him to give you the ring
well you know what? i think youre severely obessed
the phone call yesterday was nearly a reminder
of the drama you bring and the gasoline for my lighter
i love you, i really do but as of late you’re really making me a fighter
you know why? because you dont give me any credit
its your new people now, it wasnt gonna get to me but i let it
theyre so cool with their drink in their hand blunt in their mouth well thats not what im about.
they really get your feelings, im sure they do
but when they fuck you over its always me you come running to
you told me what you did yesterday and i was mad
but them? you probably told em and was glad
because you make things so much more fucked up than they have to be just let me be
dont accuse me of all this hypocrisy because yeah i know, i did it too but you brushed me off like i was an ugly remind of what your people used to do
well im sorry for ever confiding in you, you treat this shit like youre the only one thats ever been through
you did it once, im sorry you did it twice. and you figured it was a problem so you came running for advice
well you know what? ive done it countless times, and i am fine, its what i need to get by
so hell no i dont give you pity im sorry but i cant, its something ive been struggling with like my rooms problem with ants
and i like it. yeah i really do. but i cant tell you. why? because well, i dont know. im just sick of your emo shit it really has to go.
you tell em everything first, so who am i? that number 1 position whos got it the worst
and i know ima regret everything i just wrote, but i guess you gotta let it out sometime, so for now i will dote.
i hope things get better, really i do, because i cant keep writing like this, even though what im writin is true i just feel like im the worst friend for doing this to you.
