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you neva shoulda called me back
you neva shoulda promised that
i wish we neva met yo, cant ya jus imagine that
all the days that passed
it always hurt when lookin back
the past
my eyes are so broken, i held in words i shoulda spoke em
i thought yo words were so certain
you loved me i didnt deserve it
i known ide get hurt
but i thought our love was perfect
i cant believe da mess ya left
my bestfriend jus stabbed my chest
member holdin hands on dat dark n cloudly street
kissin in da rain thats how i know you gone member me
loosin track of dreams i feel my heart slowly mend
lookin back i'm wonderin what it actually meant
then i member what you did an i fuckin hate you bitch
sunrises to sunsets as each new day passes
i try to forget we happened
but its hard when your the captain
of a ship that sails toward shallow seas
i dont care if you remember me
an when i'm bout to die
i hope you feel my hear beat
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i fight my imagination but it's breakin me down
aggrivated from the anger screamin so loud
her i sit rememberin
reminiscin on that friendship
the kisses how i miss em
how bad you diss's me why'd i listen
we could neva be da the very best of friends again
cause ya rip my heart apart an ya said i wasnt shit
i actually thought ide marry ya
scary how much i cared for ya
said i was always there for ya
an i prepared an area
deep down inside for ya to sit for da rest of time
but my eyes will neva hide the pain i cry everytime
i think of what coulda been
how that shoulda been my kid
how i hate you for what ya did
an me for wishin you death
i see me on my knees, grasping my chest
yelling in pain, this is the mess that you left
you said youd be there when i need help
but when dat time came i was sittin by myself
she says i'm creative, says i'm a poet,
it aint me speakin, it was the heartache that wrote it,
tell him he has a gift and he'll show you his scars
they're easy to see since he was recently ripped apart
that heartache is cruel but he does as he's been done.
hes an adversary of touch, and hate anyone thats in love
dont look so down jus stan up an look around
at all you have created, you have such greatness an potential,
dreams depict a mirage thats sits in his thought
only open when speaking, never when spoken to
drowning in the preterit, as he forgets how to swim
that heartache lives with pain that i would pray to forget
maintains a yearning need, an urgency to burn the keys
and if need be he'll be certain those veins wont bleed
she asks who i write about and if shes still alive
well she still exists but the part that i knew died
