the silence hangs in the air suspended, it doesn't drift, it just floats, waiting for someone to make a move, waiting for something to improve, but instead, all that's left, are careless words, and broken souls.
just came home and wanted to eat calmly but I guess that doesn't happen in my family lol
You didn’t give a __ about that women you slept with. You “man” only cared about yourself. When you lowkey forced having your way When you lied about slipping a ****** on When she told you- “don’t place a seed in me because I’m not on birth-control anymore.” She cried her heart out towards you cause she felt like it was a safe place. Yet, you didn’t care bruh.
What is responsibility to you? What is accountability to you?
Itch those *****, player Itch them red raw Bleeding?, who cares! Embrace your oozy pores Itchy itchy morning rise Scratchy scratchy nights Give me a show I'd like to forget Make me close up tight Itch those *****, giant manchild Itch them to completion Whatever you got to do, do During itchy and scratchy season