I thought of the idea I couldn't weep 
I thought of the idea i couldn't sleep
Late night movies watching creep 
Never been a champ at my crib
Loved her and treated her like my rib
Into the throne like a queen
Old songs i sang to my sleep
Tormented enough not for my dream
Thousand opportunities i saw them slip
Into the night the rain falls still
Thunders strikes hard
Turn up my eyes to the dark gay sky and I strain still
Did my exams at the main
Hard day for love I felt the lain 
Never greed 
But felt the slain 
Never promised to love again
Last time caused my manners had my feeds
This ain't the old you knew
But a replica&nbsp;&nbsp;of whats new..