SERIAL MISTAKE

TITLE: SERIAL MISTAKE

Yeah, I’m the bad guy, I ain’t even gon’ lie,

Cheated so much I don’t trust my own “hi.”

If love is a game, I rigged both sides,

Then act shocked when I watch it die.

I’m a serial mistake in a human coat,

Say “you the only one” with a crooked throat.

If karma keep receipts, I’m already late,

I don’t need no op…

I’m my own worst trait.

I ain’t innocent, I’m toxic with a punchline twist,

Type to send “I miss you” with a side chick list.

Heart talk “settle down,” lust say “spin back ‘round,”

Turn a good girl’s trust to a battleground.

I’ll be laughin’ in her texts like “you all I need,”

While my phone on DND with a whole new feed.

I got two different stories and one dumb face,

Same lies copy-paste in a group chat space.

I’ll gaslight, flip fights, say “you trippin’, relax,”

Meanwhile, I’m the one steppin’ over the tracks.

I ain’t proud, I’m addicted to that ego hit,

To the “you ain’t like other dudes” bullshit.

I treat feelings like coupons—use, then toss,

Wanna be a king but I move like a loss.

Whole time, every cheat is a crack in my name,

Then I look in the mirror like “who else to blame?”

I know the routine: guilt hit, I swear “I’ll change,”

Delete numbers, fake tears, rearrange my range.

Two weeks go by, I get bored, brain itch,

Start flirtin’ in the DMs like a glitchy snitch.

I’ll be talkin’ ‘bout loyalty on public posts,

Then be hidin’ my phone like I seen a ghost.

I’ll say “Trust me” with a straight-ass face,

Knowin’ damn well I’m a walking case.

It’s like I love the drama more than peace on mute,

Like I’d rather blow shit up than grow some roots.

I’ll cheat, then dream she do the same to me,

Wake mad as fuck at a fantasy.

I ain’t even sure what I’m chasin’ for real,

Validation, attention, or the thrill of the kill.

All I know is I break what I beg to keep,

Then write sad love songs when I can’t sleep.

One day she packed bags, said “I’m done with the show,

You can cheat on yourself now, I’m let go.”

Door slammed, silence, no back-and-forth,

Just me and the mess I called self-worth.

I text “I can change,” she left that read,

Whole highlight reel of every lie in my head.

Friends said, “Bro, what you expect from that play?”

You a serial cheater tryna pray it away.

So now when I say “I’m trash,” it’s not a quirky bit,

It’s confession time over 808s and wit.

If I ever get love again, that shit gon’ cost,

‘Cause I burned good women just flexin’ I’m boss.

I ain’t glorifyin’ nothin’, this a caution track,

For the ones like me who love “options” more than fact.

You can juggle all you want, feel big, feel slick,

‘Til you alone with your phone and your stomach feel sick.

I ain’t the hero in this one, I’m the car crash you replay. If love really keep score, I’m already down bad on the board. Cold Verse… you get what you stay for.