As I sit back and I write my wrongs, I often ponder should I write these songs.

Share my pain with millions or feel this hurt alone. My most intimate poems, that my heart still longs for truth.

I’m hurt. Maybe I’m lashing out. Maybe I should’ve been considered when you was lashing out. Opinions I never cared for. Maybe I should’ve shared more. Maybe you should’ve loved yours. That’s fair.

Felt like I went insane when you told me all them thangs,

Blacked out like what you say?

Tell me what the fuck you gained

Tell me what the fuck you gained

Tell me what the fuck you gained

Tell me was it all worth it, if you lost my last name huh?

I thought you were the one for me!

So tell me how you let this be?

I thought we was a guarantee

So tell me what I didn’t see

I thought you were the one for me!

So tell me how you let this be?

I thought we was a guarantee

So tell me what I didn’t see

On this mic I don’t know what the fuck to say, cause I been talking through this shit for way too many days. I should’ve talked through our future way in the beginning but I was way too focused on tryna get you to listen

Tryna get you to see, tryna get you to hear

Tried to make it clear but we got off our path a veered got punched in my chest and ended up face to face with my fears and they came true. Yeah they came true. Uh.

I thought you were the one for me!

So tell me how you let this be?

I thought we was a guarantee

So tell me what I didn’t see

I thought you were the one for me!

So tell me how you let this be?

I thought we was a guarantee

So tell me what I didn’t see