You were never this way, you say I made you this way It is me who is responsible for your words, your rage But you are a good person You love and respect women And now that you are done with me You’ll just find some other “Bitch” you say Some other Bitch you say
Scars. Who am i? If beauty is skin deep? You can read my palms say that i'm strong. But read up my sleeves, "You're weak." No Reach me robeless, When you breach these cotton sheets, Breaking down my walls. affirming my all, En ergizing the call ing to be who we're craving To be. But... Continue Reading →
(A short song) Scars of Yesterday Screaming; liines of the times, i let myself die! Allowed shit to fly that Made me bring back! that Confuse-defense feedback 4 Confused-effense feedback these high stakes ,that, i didn't make. - I un-der-Stand that! & I can now Stand thE time i fell flat on my pain! -... Continue Reading →
...but the feeling's there, If you provide the words. These empty notes of this old song, can now become a verse.