You always fuck up,
when you're the most fucked Up.
Liquor Speaks,
Though you're meant to be
kept Safe in your minds Vault...
and it's my fault.
I knew I should turn my phone off
after shots of Patron,
things I Only Speak
When I'm alone...
but never out loud.
Now I'm texting her,
like I Wish We Had
- that Kid We Created.
The miscarriage left me damaged.
I wish my soul could Be Carried
to 1st aid, that cut too big...
For any band aid.
She calls me crying,
like 'why you lying?
you showed no emotion
when we lost the baby...'
Maybe my pride
didn't wanna show you it hurt,
So you Can Feel
like everything is all Good,
but inside My Soul Cried
Leaving my BODY flooded.
You can see it in my eye
but no tears - my Face Remained Dry.
I Scream 'I CARED I CARED!!!!
I SPEAK THE TRUTH
TO KNOW WE LOST
- A PIECE OF US.
IN YOU MEANS A PIECE OF ME
DIED IN YOU
AND MY LOVE FOR U DID TOO!!!'
Now the liquor has said to much,
she hung up.
I thought my heart did too...
That night I lost the Baby Mom.
I never knew I prayed everyday,
for the baby I lost in you.