feeling like I be getting played sad to see the woman who I be madly in love with still be thinking about her ex's always sneaking a text tired of all the games making me feel like I really should put a bullet in my brain leave my car stained with my blood damn only if she knew i really was in love we fit perfectly together just wanted to be happy with her but i was never good enough puffing on the drugs just numbing my pain my heart is covered in scares from all the lies and messing with my heart it's even fucking with my head fed up with myself always looking for that special one evening see though I be fealing like this i know that she probably ain't even doing a damn thing it's all in my head damn why do i always got to fuck things up no matter what I do i never feel like I am good enough got to keep telling my self life goes on and move on my mind is playing tricks on me