I'm sitting in this dark room, A maze of ideas in my head. Sweeping away memories like a broom, The one who makes me feel dread. Fornicating with my choices, Till I come till a logical conclusion. Heartbreak, more like concussion, In my head I had a discussion... In my head I planned out our wedding, Now you've got me regretting. Alcohol helps with the forgetting, But pain is there under the shedding. Women are like onions in a way, Except they love to make themselves cry... I just want a big slice of the single life, Cause the whole time you hogged all the pie. I wanna love you but I can't, I know all you hoes are the same... I'll huff and puff while you pant, I'm the Big Bad Wolf of the game... You could be Little Red Riding Hood, And we know this doesn't end good. The pretty Juliet to my Romeo, Playing like reality is a game show. You're tighter than the OJ glove, But physical attraction isn't love. You thought you could brand me, I was angry sippin on Brandi. Known for milking men like a cow, I found out and I all I said was "wow!" You got some explaining to do now, Your actions hit harder than a "pow!" Forever is a common misconception, Causing confusion in our direction. I thought it was all love and affection, But there's other men you're caressin... I would've took you for a caregiver, The way you caress them till they quiver... I can't look at you the same no more, When you look at me I look away. Tell me what the fu ck you crying for, When you talk I have nothing to say... I'm sitting in this dark room, A maze of ideas in my head. Sweeping away memories like a broom, The one who makes me feel dread. Fornicating with my choices, Till I come till a logical conclusion. Heartbreak, more like concussion, In my head I had a discussion... In my head I planned out our wedding, Now you've got me regretting. Alcohol helps with the forgetting, But pain is there under the shedding. Women are like onions in a way, Except they love to make themselves cry... I just want a big slice of the single life, Cause the whole time you hogged all the pie. Your mom don't like me, Your friends don't like me... I should've never asked you to be mine. Don't ask about me, I'm doing fine... Baddest bi tch I ever seen it had... Baddest bi tch I wish I never had... My highschool sweetheart, Too bad you aren't sweet at heart...
Nothing I produce is garbage no matter how desperately an inbred hillbilly wants it to be. Quit worrying about teens on a game and focus on your own depressing life. The only garbage to recently post on this thread, is the abomination your mom should've had aborted... but I guess you came in handy on her taxes so she decided to keep you.