Feelin the pain, I just want to cry her name
but that shit she said was fucked,
like I got hit by a dumptruck,
To hear those words come out,
it's over now, don't know how i'll make it now,
the love is gone, wanna stop the pain some how.
Leavin' you was the hardest thing to do,
to look back at us and realize that we're through.
The pain in my heart, it's just like a dart,
thrown by someone with mad skillz in the art,
that hit home, feels like a broken bone,
hurts still so much that I don't wanna go home,
'cause I got your pictures up,
got me thinkin how the fuck,
do I move on when I got 8 months to go,
how tha fuck do I know if this relationship'll ever grow,
and give us fruits for our labor,
don't know if i'm able,
to give my heart some more,
use to be just like an open door,
but feels like i've just been dropped on a muddy floor,
and all I think is that I really don't want no more.
I must abhor this treatment i'm gettin',
all this shit every nite,
too much strife for only just one life.
P.S. Bitch, give me a knife? I think suicide would be better than to try make you my wife.
-Sipher
*Any constructive criticism is appreciated, i.e. rhythm, flow, word choice, etc.*
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