Our time is done - the party has ended
I lost one and i’m slightly offended
I tried hard to make it work
Nothing ever works
Its gonna have to hurt
On my heart he went berserk
He lied as he told me he wouldn't
He hid from me when he said he couldn’t
Why is it so hard to be honest?
Come to find out the truth is ironic…
He asks why i'm soaked after he leaves me in the rain
Words, poems.. they pale in comparison to pain
An imposter with some serious nerve...
It’s like everything said was never heard
Him, the hoes..one day they'll see their fire and feel it's heat
They'll burn up as they sit in their blazing seats
Lies and truths cannot be one and the same
Karma is strange - eventually everything will change
Debtors bear the costs from the closest range