my heart feels like a broken juke box that keeps playing that same old sad blues tune
U scooped up my heart with your mental spoon
I looked up to the stars and prayed for you, “U know way up past the moon”
I thought at least I found my homie for life, my goon
I let my soul open up, he then choose to turn his back like a ****
I still remember that conversation we had a little before noon
it made u get not want to call and let go way too soon
U left my heart to bleed dry and shrink like a prune......
days are no longer filled with smiles of sunshine just dark teary days filled with nothing but gloom
for once I don’t feel like SHOPPING I rather stare at the walls and day dream in my room
I just wasn’t enough is what I’m left to assume
U would think because of the things I’ve been through feelings of being broken shouldn’t happen I should be immune
***** wake up **** that man that was now a couple of months ago it’s Now June