and i kant make yu text me back....
i kant make yu hear my footsteps pacing abck and forth arcoss the floors of this lonely room.
i kant make yu see the worried look upon this distraught face
or tast the salty yet familar tears upon my red flourished cheeks
i cant make yu love me.
you wont ever be able to heal the dissappointmets from the past.
yu will never know how it felt to beo n the top of the world
and the next minute feeling like a broken little girl
yu kant understand, why i get so emotionally attached
and unto unworthy niggas i become dependentally latched..
so of course yu dont comprehend the hurt produced by that no text back...
where yu there? yu know, that night when i couldnt sleep
kept getting all entangled in those tear soaked sheets
try sleeping in a bed full of sorrow...tossing and kicking
try holding onto feelings with no one to listen
see yu dont know the stories
and you dont get the past
you wasnt there when heartbreak and regret....was kicking my ass. (lol)
the issues i deal with every single day
are the same demons i gotta fight every single day
and the same problems i gotta try to fix and face
are da same dilemas causing me to be in this mind state....
but you couldnt understand it
yu think this is a game, a joke.
you think im playing....but its anything but that.
yu just couldnnt get it....and you wont ever get it.
so i'll sit here....and wait for that text bak.
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