I didn’t lose it
It is not lost, I still carry it around with me
I damaged it
I allowed things to go in a direction that things should not
be
This shit hurts
Although I have played big parts in it’s destruction
This shit hurts
Just like a vice grip squeezing my life tight, my insides
are malfunctioned
Ice has no chill
My heart has been chilled, not even the fire from hell could melt
it
Just a matter of time
Yea, easier said than done, obviously this shit right
here, you have never felt it
I didn’t lose
It is not lost, I still carry it around with me
But, whats wrong with me
No matter what I do, or
how good I treat them, the same outcome, I need refuge to take me
A Good guy
A good guy gone bad, I call it like I see it
Confused as hell
What was it this time, too nice, not considerate enough, did
I say something and you not believe it
I did not lose it
It is not lost, I just put that bitch up, I still carry it
around with me
M.I.A.
Am I really that bad to where they really just do not want
stick around with me?
“xpressurself”
