Rewind to one summer ago When the leaves were still blossoming on their branches Just like ourselves, blooming into a new life, a new chance So we made a pact, made a bond, a contract Four musketeers (weβre the real OG)* on the loose Inseperable and undeniably connected We spit our hands and smashed them together
Fast forward Now you spit on me instead All the leaves died a long time ago Soon new ones will bloom If they are able to hold on to their branches despite the gushing hurricane that doesn't seem to be leaving soon.
Mama once told me some people only last a season But I never thought it would be like this Never thought you would act like this Never thought you would treat me like this Never thought you would forget like this Never thought I could cry like this
You words and promises didn't last Weβre just plastered with plastic perfect smiles Too bad we have crooked teeth.
Recently realized my so called friends didn't treat me like friends should. And you know, it's not their fault if they don't want my friendship - there are much more interesting people out there so that's cool. But I feel like a fool for not realizing it until now. First lesson of 2017: "You have to learn to get up from the table when love is no longer being served"