Buried

Bust out them tissues I must when I’m crying about my trust issues.

My past crashed an burned lesson learned dont believe every I love an miss you.

Hearts been beaten bloody just like Kid Cudi I deal with this day an night.

Need to stay calm the powers in my palms to stay an fight

Heart was a punching bag it’s so sad was it for their amusement

To switch up their movement or to just look for a possible improvement.

The next big thing what it could bring maybe a greater high

Something new to try or someone who could afford anything they want to buy.

Can give you diamonds an cars but do you really know who they are

Grants you all your wishes while his side bitches don’t live to far.

Now your being played hearts being stabbed with a blade like you did my back

A bright beautiful life lost its light an suddenly turned black.

For better or worse we can’t reverse the hurt that ravaged our true self

Time to mend the cuts an wounds an focus on our own health.

The perfume that would consume the room as you enter was nose grasping

Donated decades of time so you would be fine hoping I could prevent your passing.

Healing the hurt that reversed your beautiful story tale.

Things got breezy never got easy more bullshit she had to inhale

More weight on her shoulders as the days grow colder an empty

Its painful why do I have to return this angel that you sent me.

Cuddling you dear till you fall asleep

Flooding my face of tears to your final beep

As you flatlined I can’t find words to cough up at this moment

Your love was pure an potent we fought hard even though life was our opponent.