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Words spilled so easily from you
For her and her… and oh yeah, her too
But meant for me??
*pppfftttt….*
Man I wish manipulation held some boundaries

What is it that pisses me off the most about this?
The fact that you did it?
-or-
The fact that I believed?
Am I really that strong?
-or-
Have I just become that weak?
To think that those promises were true
When actually they were empty
*Oohhh sh*t…*
My glass is clear
What happened to the golden tint of my beer?
*Hold on… re-fill*
This girl sitting on my right is working my nerves
She’s dirty flirting with my brother
She keeps bumping me, I want to break her face in
But jail time isn’t good for a mother
*shrugs and rolls eyes*
Now what was I saying?
Oh yeah… things to self that I am dealing

I tamper with the thought of happiness
Roll it around in my mind
Like one does in the mouth
With a fine wine
Appreciating the taste so divine
The thought of you and I
And I’m good with observations
But you slipped right under my radar with beautiful lies
You know what?
I think that’s what pisses me off the most
I should have known better
Growing up with 4 brothers one becomes immune
To what are lies, and what are truths
But all my senses melted when it came to you
Like a puppet on a string
A fine silky cord tied to my heart
And if strummed your name it would sing
Well maybe not now…
Now that cord feels like a wired rope
That chokes
And if strummed that song is a scream
Is it safe to say I hate you a little for this?
Am I aloud to say such things?
I can’t help but feel you almost wanted history to repeat
Just so you could see
How in the name of love, the lady in me becomes a freak
My tongue likes to please
Heavy you breathe
While I ride on my knees
Taking you higher setting you free
*hahahah… okay okay let me stop…*
Nooooo it didn’t happen, but it almost did
And I play that night in my head regularly
I don’t know maybe I didn’t because I knew you would leave
And you left… placing me inside a category

How gullible… how naïve
To let you justify with circumstance
All the deeds of your deeds
Circumstance- state of affairs, conditions of life
*pppfftttt… shakes head, you did this to yourself baby*
To fall into a situation that is but shouldn’t be

Yup! So that’s the reason for my slur
A little guilt and some self-blame
Now my question would be
How do I rid it??