So write, so take notes!
I tend to reminisce of distant bitter memories
Dismiss with taste, so sick, convince myself that it would never leave
I keep defensive when I think about your hating doubtful lyric that send creatures in a pit beyond if they can level
Y ain’t a word, ’cause I’m a work in progress
I ain’t deserted it, I knew you needed optics
I’m still a foreign object inside, in my mind
Live sour, vitriol, in histrionic, just leave the heart to diе
I ain’t one to end up spiteful, or aggrеssive, kid cerebral, just regressed a bit to rest a pick
That ain’t the best of it, the message is conflicted in the septic tank, infest the pig
But then you go and stab my back and beg forgiveness
Homie I am not your witness, close the door to cleanse the sentence
Why you think that you can do this sh#t, you know what I have been through
I’m sitting on a pile of plates that you done dig through
You try to spite me, or indict me, or decry me
I know moving on is hard, but g#dd#mn ain’t it frightening
It f#cking hurts me just to talk to you
I’m finna burn your sweater
Take a piss, a little leak, along the art you drew
But how the f#ck you got me coming back
I f#cking miss you
Voice, I miss the synonyms, for f#cked up that you’d employed
That cloud or ball of strange exotics in a cockpit
I ain’t really been controlling all the f#cking joysticks, yeah
I ain’t your f#cking toy, b#tch
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