your pain made the blade,
now the mandem say my soul turned dangerous.
they never ask who trained my heart
to dap up pain like it’s gang affiliation.
i never wanted gyal like trophies on my timeline,
never wanted blue ticks to feel like payback.
but betrayal turns quiet yutes into cold steppers,
man start grinning through “sorry” like it’s banter.
now i ghost before feelings get comfy in my yard,
treat “i love you” like a ringtone from old Nokia days.
truth is… i still hate what i turned into,
but every liar i loved put bricks in this villain build.
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 3:57 PM UTC
your pain made the blade,
now the mandem say my soul turned dangerous.
they never ask who trained my heart
to dap up pain like it’s gang affiliation.
i never wanted gyal like trophies on my timeline,
never wanted blue ticks to feel like payback.
but betrayal turns quiet yutes into cold steppers,
man start grinning through “sorry” like it’s banter.
now i ghost before feelings get comfy in my yard,
treat “i love you” like a ringtone from old Nokia days.
truth is… i still hate what i turned into,
but every liar i loved put bricks in this villain build.
He doesn’t change who he is — he just adapts so smoothly that by the time you notice the contradiction, you’re already part of it.
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