In a room where the lights are turned off...a city away and I'm still reminded of the place the right I did the wrong I commit the love I shared the hate that I abolished tormenting fragments of sadness is here but somehow lol low gladness laying here as baggage across the threaded african American.
Holding my pillow like it was you with a "sorry for my clinginess note"..but seeing you do with another is like a show that I use to be apart of. I'm done with the hype
I'm donw with the hurt
I'm done wig when I see you we act like we're not hurtin...
The times I wanted to make it right
But if I reach out it's like I'm the one that's walking backwards