kalmkidd
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She go to bed cryin' at night cuz the evening was rough
hittin up the Webster, tryna find the meaning of love
she allowed her mans razor toungue to pierce n deepen the cuts
tryna impress him cuz she thought she wasn't bleedin enough
she tried to push the thought from her mind but as fate would assume
she never saw him at night, the sun was replaced by the moon
there was a promise their shared and a life was at stake
so any time to escape was a second she was dying to take
she felt the silence after he was through announcing his exit
could've cursed God with tears, but yet she counted her blessin's
her eye sockets were sore after all the emotions she poured
so tonight she'll rest in her death bed and die a little more
This begs the question, is there hope for us?
and can my words breathe life into the aftermath of broken trust?
she's at war with her demons, so how can she commit to leavin?
when her mans not even man enough to admit he's cheatin'
but she never lost interest in her fascination of hope
but her hope provoked the fire that choked the throat of her soul
he was a crow that every night she attempted to capture
in his arms she fell weak and embraced the scent of a bachelor
hittin up the Webster, tryna find the meaning of love
she allowed her mans razor toungue to pierce n deepen the cuts
tryna impress him cuz she thought she wasn't bleedin enough
she tried to push the thought from her mind but as fate would assume
she never saw him at night, the sun was replaced by the moon
there was a promise their shared and a life was at stake
so any time to escape was a second she was dying to take
she felt the silence after he was through announcing his exit
could've cursed God with tears, but yet she counted her blessin's
her eye sockets were sore after all the emotions she poured
so tonight she'll rest in her death bed and die a little more
This begs the question, is there hope for us?
and can my words breathe life into the aftermath of broken trust?
she's at war with her demons, so how can she commit to leavin?
when her mans not even man enough to admit he's cheatin'
but she never lost interest in her fascination of hope
but her hope provoked the fire that choked the throat of her soul
he was a crow that every night she attempted to capture
in his arms she fell weak and embraced the scent of a bachelor
