i flatter myself, thinking every word you ever wrote was inspired by me i know they weren't but i can't stop rereading and wondering hoping i'm not crying
Oh the voices I have quieted That have stopped That I've stopped That have left I hear them reconnoiter from inside observing their Non-existentence and gasping well thought Ideas of air
My man had me paint his nails but because he's a ***** Yall look at him like his heart's frail Is there a problem if it is? He cries and is emotional But that cant be appropriate Because he's black he can't not live like this But we don't really care