Don’t weaponize, the struggle

I’m goin’ through a lot”—yeah, and? so is Earth,

You ain’t the first to question what you worth.

You throw that line like it’s sacred text,

Just to dodge your mess and deflect what’s next.

Life hit me too, I still showed up,

Didn’t drain no souls, didn’t poison cups.

But you disappear, then reappear frail,

With them same old tears and that victim tale.

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You wear your pain like a crown of gold,

But underneath—yeah, the truth gets old…

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“And?”—that’s all I got for you,

Pain ain’t a pass for the shit you do.

We all got scars, we all got proof,

But we don’t all twist it into abuse.

“And?”—yeah, say it again,

You hurt, but you still choose how you bend.

Feel how you feel, but don’t confuse—

Your pain don’t justify what you use.

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You think your hurt make you VIP?

Like rules don’t stick when it come to me?

We all got ghosts that haunt our sleep,

But not all of us cut that deep.

I bled in silence, held my ground,

While you flipped the script, played upside down.

You don’t need truth, you need disguise,

New sad story, same old lies.

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You break, then run, then circle back,

Expectin’ love after that attack…

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“And?”—that’s all I got for you,

Pain ain’t a pass for the shit you do.

We all got scars, we all got proof,

But we don’t all twist it into abuse.

“And?”—yeah, say it again,

You hurt, but you still choose how you bend.

Feel how you feel, but don’t confuse—

Your pain don’t justify what you use.

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You cracked hearts and called it cope,

Cut folks off, then came back hopin’.

We’d forget, forgive, reset the scene—

While you stay stuck in in-between.

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“I’m goin’ through it”—yeah, we all are,

Some heal wounds, some leave scars.

Some face truth, some play pretend,

Some take blame—some do it again.

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“And?”—yeah, I’m done with you,

No more grace for the shit you do.

Cry if you need, break if you must,

But don’t drag me through your lack of trust.

“And?”—that’s where I stand,

Heal yourself or lose my hand.

We all got pain—we all got grief—

But not all of us choose to deceive.

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You want my sympathy? Earn that right.

Or take your chaos out my life.