No one could help me.
I fell down one too many
times; so what's the point?
I ask no one in particular
because no one helps me
stand on my feet, got nobody
to lean on when I feel low.
I got one friend I could holla
and when on there caller
identifier they see it's me
calling, they'll answer.
It's been so long, though,
since I done any blow. Oh
ya, no reason to even desire
those white lies. Said, bye,
gently with pink lips. I see
her smile in photographs. Lie
after lie is evident in the smile.
The blemishes are erased with a
mouse click, the colour
of her eyes made to appear
brighter. Streaks through hair
got the boys attention, they stare
at her as if she got the cure;
and I'm here to say she ain't gonna.
Heard her say she so pure;
yet in her presence, I fell
time and time again. A sucker,
a mark, a patsy, is what she
seen in me. So when I finally
got to my feet, she'd say,
'finally.' A hypocrite through
and through. Sure she got's style
but don't be fooled, it's simply
a gimmick to lure them in; I know
first hand. Got proof, wanna see?
Scars across my wrist. The
worst part of her, I wager
is that she not only swore
that she'd let me lean on her
when I was blue or just to too
tired to go on; but that day
when I said I love you, dear,
she simply said, good bye, dear.
So then she didn't take me no where
she said she would. I no longer
want to try; now I remember
that on my birthday, in September
she ended our thing, whatever
black widows call it. A Fever
came quickly, tears existed quickly.
Yet she never came back to me,
never returns calls only if she knows
I got the good stuff. So I swore
I'd quit it for her; now I vow
I won't return to that life for her adore.
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