Bad Blood

Aight I been working on this piece for about 3 weeks.   I did a little venting on this one.  No need for an intro I think the title says it all.

Enjoy!

2 years….2 years and it was all in vein.  I was excited to make you my main….tried to give you everything….but you tossed it all away.

You try to play me for a fool…had me running behind you…had me by my strings a real puppet master...just another puppet to you.

You promised you would never hurt me…HA! A fool to believe….but a human I am so I followed my heart...a fool I am to let him lead.  Looked me in the eye and said you would never leave.  My heart hurts…only because I’m human so this pain is only temporary….

That can be healed…bandaged up ……walk it off like I don’t give a what…..but it hurts too much.  I thought you were for me but I was blind to see that you never really belong to me.  Stuck by your side…..I was something like your ride or die…..the twinkle in my eye…. Should of know it was a matter of time before that twinkle went out….turns out that twinkle in my eye was a shard of glass that brought tears to my eyes……what a surprise!   

Out of character…..I’m not the one to cry over spoiled milk or a spoiled trick.  I could have been loving the one who cared the most……but I chose to stay on a boat that wasn’t meant to float.  Now we’re up the creek with no paddle… no life jackets...no hope.

I choose to keep you close and pushed the other chicks away…I knew I should have listened to her when she told me to stay, that girl isn’t for you anyway.  I brushed her off and told her she didn’t know what she was talking about …got on that bus and took the wrong damn route. 

Now the first mistake was taking the bus when I had Lear jets lined up…… but my mind was clouded and my stomach felt crummy.  Thought it was butterflies from the puppy love but it was a warning from the man above me. I Should of listened now I’m sitting here with regrets ……how could you quit like this……I always kept it on some boss shit….but you decided to bitch and hit me with a text that said in a nut shell that you quit.

Through my words and this pen; my wounds will heal and as you become a figure of my imagination I will continue to write and become buried.  No worries it makes for a good story….ink for a blank page to put my thoughts on blank paper.  Therapy for the mind time for my thoughts to take over.

Halfcrazy *Musiq Soulchild*