Something that just happened to me
Ha….what can I say…..theres one too many things I could list….too much for you to bear to listen to…I don’t want to bore you with my bitchin’, but too bad…you’re gunna have to hear it regardless…
One too many times I have run into contact with a woman with the same mentality and mind set as the previous one I encountered, unfortunately. Making the same moves, spittin the same words, with the same intentions abbreviating every consonant in her vernacular. When I look her directly in the eyes, I can see that smile so wide and attempting to look full of love, and as soon as my back is to her, she becomes part praying mantis / , united as one, both sides bound to devour their partner get needs and wants. HEAD games, I start to get a bit irritated when I realize this dame is making my brain feel like recess, so many different games goin on at once. Constant lying leaves me perturbed, baby….when your words blush with shame and scream out their insecurities involving me finding out the terrible things you did to hurt me, baby…I know exactly what you did. No need to hide it, no need to deny it. TREATING ME like I’m an imbecile for anything I say. If I cant be myself, the dork that I am, the goof I love to be, and if you shun me for being those things….Then f* you, you aren’t worth my time. Because I love my design, I love that I dont always stand in a line, I dont always follow the norm. I break out, when everybody forms. I am myself, dont put a type cast upon my head, dont let me suffer for words or actions for things I never did, and things I never said. Im better than that. Too many things jerk the chain of discomfort with me, yet it seems like I can be so easilly pleased.
song about it
Well the sun came up this morning
Like a burning red balloon
It broke into my window
And it slipped across the room
It spread itself upon me
Like the smell of sweet perfume
I was sleeping like a baby
I’m not a saviour
I’m not a saint
I’m not an angel
I’m not that quaint
Don’t need a preacher
To be that wise
Don’t need a teacher -
I’ve got my eyes…
You hurt me & I hate you
You hurt me
A history of bitterness
You have left a blazing trail
If you had been a hammer
I’d be a broken nail
You gave me nothing
Nothing but regrets
Don’t think it’s over
It’s not over yet
You hurt me & I hate you
You hurt me…
And everytime
You try to fool yourself
You’ve only got yourself
To blame
And every lie you ever
Told yourself
Will all come back to you
One day
