Run run run Mr Gump,
make a little stop for an emotional dump,
flora and fawning,
terrorise with love bombing,
thinking I'm sly but just simping,
not whole so myself I be pimping,
no entourage just self sabotage,
thankful for those that saw through my mirage,
my history shows part victim more vilain,
may it end in victory.

I'll leave a trail if I get out the forest,
use whatever light I've got left to make sure the next gen's set.
goodbye to the shame and the lie,
death to being a nice guy,
no need to hide from my shadow side.