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when I look back,

I realized that real lied,

At least in her eyes,

And this horror story only unfolding,

Because of what I wrote in,

damn I lost focus,

somehow I made this bed but I can't rest,

Maybe just put my demons to sleep upon my drunken sheets,

Or I'm falling in a creek,

But that shouldn't be to deep,

Yet they say Ex men change,

But these women Mystique,

Always claiming that they can be whoever you need them to be,

Until it's do or die time,

Then they're Rogue from your team,

Could suck life outta me but I heal like Wolverine,

Hoping in time that she'll see,

She can't just push away from me,

Besides I'm positive her negativity is reflection of me,

So how mad can I be....

She did this because of me..

Yea I know....

It's all because of me,

And I own that,

never loan that,

How could I give that up,

Fucked up and gave you up,

When I should have gave fuck,

Man what in the world was I thinking,

I don't know,

Now I'm drinking trying to stop all my thinking,

Cause Everytime I reminisce our turns off like some shrinkage,

Clearly I need someone to talk to I belittle myself,

Love an example how a good thing can be bad for your health,

Now in my mind I just dwell,

As my heart starts to swell,

I think I'm running through hell struggling to inhale,

When.....

I look back and I realize,

That real lied,

In her eyes,

I'm like "Damn!"

And this horror story only unfolding cause what I wrote in,

Yes you can quote this,

Meaning I made my bed,

So I guess it's time to lay down and rest,

Or just put my demons to sleep upon my drunken sheets,

Or I'm falling in a creek,

But that shouldn't be to deep... -Devonte Mack