Drake, if you don’t get the fuck out of my head…stop making so many songs to relate to, so closely. Fuck, goodnight.
Everyone should be entitled to their own misery,
You should be able to feel sorry for yourself, w/o coming off as weak.
I mean if anybody knows anything about the pain I’ve felt is me,
So please allow me to throw a pity party for myself in peace.
I’m tired of being told to get over everyone, that got over on me,
& constantly trying to be convinced that “happiness” will set me free.
Fuck everyone that smiles when it’s not genuine & real,
Just to give off the impression that that’s how they really feel.
I can see it in your eyes, you are just as miserable as I am,
Your just not as comfortable with your own sorrow like I am.
Take my hand, let’s walk down pity party road…
…maybe you should walk behind me, get familiar with being alone.
While your back there if you would be kind enough to take a listen,
….to how I’ve tried to be a Christian, but it wasn’t enough for me to feel like something wasn’t missing.
So I tried to play the wifey role, to someone who never really even loved me…but his flaws? I loved them.
When his legs got hot at night, I rubbed them.
But my concerns about him not being the one, I simply shoved them…
…away, but they never really stayed away.
Found somethings suspect in his phone every other day,
Payed his phone bill every month.
Served him breakfast, dinner, & if he was home during the day lunch.
Still felt alone every time he smoked a blunt.
…but, the point I’m trying to make is that things just didn’t work, so I’m bitter as fuck.
So understand why I hate everyone, smoke cigarettes, litter & cuss.
Meet a nigga the same day, & I’m ready to fuck….wake up, leave quickly & take myself out to brunch.
(….& I don’t want to write anymore, because I only see this getting angrier & more ratchett, lol….bye…)
The feeling that you get when you’re being ignored by someone you should be ignoring should never be so heart-breaking. It’s like, you’re supposed to be worshiping me my nigga! I’m being thirsty for something so dry…my inability to deal with loneliness in a healthy type of way is going to be the death of me.