Don’t Cry

Since you’ve been gone I have a lot going on and a lot on my mind
I didn’t go crazy then and well now you see what I meant - I meant this kind
Ever since I last talked to you...
I lost every single one of my friends
And I’ll never forgive one of them ever again

(Verse up to the date)
I’m 7/1762 and if not I’m 1978/426; 4/27 too

I lost a lot of respect in these streets too
But that’s just what being crazy do
Even been having a hard time just getting dressed
I must’ve aged 10 years in 5 just being stressed
I lost my mind about 9-11 more times (straight insanity)
Lost myself and still don’t know if I’ll ever be who I was again - trying to figure out who I am now then (fighting still for vanity)

(Don’t cry, etc)

I didn’t lose my self respect but I gave up on getting back up a lot
Gave up on my dreams, forsaken teams, seeing where I slide in - what spot?
They all still look at me and say I’ll be fine, I always am, I’ll be fine
But I’m trying to tell them I’m not ok or ever again in every single line

Since you been gone...
I went back to work and held a job 1 yr and 5 months so far
Hanging by a string though - what do we do? win, lose, or draw?
My vote draw...

I had 2 cars repoed one of them twice
Been driving hoop ds that don’t even have XM ever since - rolling my eyes while my heart breaking - like nice!
I became addicted to yay again but I knew I was playing with fire even back then
It’s scary though...

I stopped dating, waited a year to have sex over some bitches joke
I thought a dream was coming back for me and got caught up in that smoke
And ever since then I just haven’t met anyone I wanted to be with long term
I just wanted to know how it felt to make love and sex got even worse so I just lay there and burn

Sleeping alone in bed is getting even harder now but it’s better then sleeping next to wrong one
It’s like cutting off your nose despite your own face or being shot by your own gun

I’ve been running from a stalker - 3 states and back - as soon as I realized it wasn’t the police
So I started reporting every attack - and trying to keep my mind at ease
- [ ] They peed on my bed - I realized I am the perfect victim - they don’t believe me, the cops said it was my cat
But I know I can’t imagine that
So I took a picture and of everything ever since
Standing here 5 years later, copping a plea to who ever this makes sense

Missing you...