Maybe it was better this way,
Better to learn this today,
Rather then trying to **** up a hard truth,
In years older then my youth,
you took my life,
and made me sharpen my knife,
and I handed you it,
you stabbed me with it,
and wouldn't even toss me the first aid kit,
Satin white stained red,
from blood shed,
and I sat there and wilted away,
and you still took my body and played,
And maybe I owe you a thank you,
Because now I have a few clues,
I know what you did was ****,
But at lest you let me escape,
who else would of let me out of there *******?
even if it was without your doing...
so let me just make this loud and clear
Because I might even toast with my beer,
Yes you may have helped me learn something,
but I learned that you matter no more than a piece of string,
but you were that worthless ******* piece of string,
that was holding my world together at the seams,
idk just thoughts on what ive delt with
