What you were supposed to be,
Was someone who was there for me,
I wonder what our friendship would be,
If you didn't run off and flee,
That **** stung me like a bee,
You burned me to a third degree.
How come I never left,
We were always fighting, always out of breath
It felt like I was living around death.
****
I should have left.
Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 1:08 PM UTC
What you were supposed to be,
Was someone who was there for me,
I wonder what our friendship would be,
If you didn't run off and flee,
That **** stung me like a bee,
You burned me to a third degree.
How come I never left,
We were always fighting, always out of breath
It felt like I was living around death.
****
I should have left.