Never wanted to go like this.
Never wanted to quit like this.
Maybe that’s the lesson I needed to learn, time to crawl my way out of the abyss.
Time to quit making mistakes.
Time to quit giving you love you think you can take.
Maybe it’s time I quit trying to find love, maybe this is a sign of a break.
Maybe it’s time.
Maybe you’re slime.
Maybe it’s time to commit more crimes.
Maybe it’s time to pack my stuff.
Thanks for making me realize, I wasn’t enough.
forbidden diamond in the ruff.
Thought you was Jazmine.
I was your Aladdin, this is the pressure I had to examine.
All those things that you told me was a lie, that was your way of gassin.
You were my ride or die.
I was your supply.
You only needed me until it was goodbye.
Didn’t let me redeem myself.
All I asked was for help.
Maybe Im trippin, maybe I’m missing.
All I can do is reminiscing.
I was an option crossed off the listing.
You were my home.
gun to my dome.
did drugs to help with what was going through my chrome.
I got sober, maybe it’s not over.
What’s the point of hoping for closure.
lying and people pleasing that’s what drove her.
leave me in the dark.
Accountability is the start.
Wishing you were my Lois and I was your Clarke.
Give me a chance, I could hit this out the park.
Piece of shit, this is it.
I can admit.
Working myself to forget, all I can think about is my next shift.
So the memory of you can be a drift.
Maybe I miss you.
Maybe just kiss you.
Maybe I’m obsessed with memory of what is you.
Maybe I want to have what we had, im glad.
You came back into my life.
you were almost my wife.
Pulled me close and twist the knife.
You threatened me because I could fight.
Diary of a broken heart, depression is the start.
Wishing on 11:11 for a restart.
Tear me apart, making me look worse then I already did, that’s was your mark.
My hearts been taking out the cart.
A song that I’m mad, maybe I’m sad.
Maybe I wish I didn’t fuck up what we had.
This is a message, of my lesson.
I stuck myself into this depression.
I’m sorry, wish I could have that chance.
Sober me wants that last dance.
Maybe it’s time for me to advance.
dreams of looking at you with a background of France.
I seen what I should have feared was me.
Should have let you be.
Tried to come back like the crow, tried to be your Brandon Lee.
This is a rhyme, to tell you I’m sorry.
Not like you’re gonna listen to my apology.
People making rumors about me you believed, that’s your toxicity.
Maybe one day we can come back, maybe it’s a possibility.
Till then I won’t trust another woman again, this is my democracy.
