I got these words that I can't put together
I got this block, I know this poem could be better
If I could make this weight on my shoulders feel like a feather
Then I would but just look, this **** wasn't easy
I turned around and reached out, that **** made me queasy
Cuz I opened myself up and I let your *** read me
I should've trusted my gut, gave you the key to my heart but you keyed me
You told your squad to tune in to my sorrows and pleading
But I'm good now, two fingers turned into 5
You ****** can't see me
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 2:36 PM UTC
I got these words that I can't put together
I got this block, I know this poem could be better
If I could make this weight on my shoulders feel like a feather
Then I would but just look, this **** wasn't easy
I turned around and reached out, that **** made me queasy
Cuz I opened myself up and I let your *** read me
I should've trusted my gut, gave you the key to my heart but you keyed me
You told your squad to tune in to my sorrows and pleading
But I'm good now, two fingers turned into 5
You ****** can't see me
