You had me do shit I'd never normally do without questioning you or second-guessing It I guess I just didn't wanna deal with any stress or fits I'd have to go thru or be forced to endure at best and get harassed like a fucken terrorist or feel like a fucken pest then shit might get real if I put in any petty appeal or requests shit might just stir up the past and I'd have to deal with the way shit would feel and it could get awkward like you having some weird stalker that talks like a nerd but will throw you off your guard and turn cause if you ever offer him up he'll burn you off the cuff and turn you to ash inside of a yearn, I fell flat on my ass and went back to back to bat for you for you to learn how to puff puff pass then inhale slow and try not to choke when my dick impales in your throat, Never head over heals like a fool thought you should know, but you were never a prude to me best believe the head I received was above an ivory school league better then Yale's I'd probably say I agree was def conceived but we've now hit defcom 3 and its time i leave, what better time to break it off with a peace sign then right before I poured my money in these rymes cause they ain't gonna buy you zales? There's no better timing there was no buying you a diamond, ring and if there was I'd wait it out and get you something on sale since I was only just a tiny fling, never was your honey for real. Still, Formally I'd do it like it was morally true to not be sucker-free EVEN THOUGH I KNEW YOU WERE ONLY FUCKEN WITH ME I COULDNT GIVE UP THE WAY YOU STAYED STUCK ON Fucken SUCKEN MY D, BUT I WAS just a man who was shittly pitted against all odds trying to do the right thing and admittedly did because I never strayed away, I wholeheartedly committedly stayed true and barely played never mind play with anyone new, or anyone new who knew you or who you knew boo just played with you, wasn't it supposed to be us until the end of the time true or false? until you let too many things just mess with your mind like whenever duty calls, it's always in distress kinda like mine, my mind never rests its full of too much stress and ready to diss anyone who talks shit next, you start overly over stressing sober but still a mess, and someone delivered a message that I'm, not a nice guy and that you'd rather see me out of sight then out of my mind and I made you decide to have me committed and directly admitted into a fitted uniform straight over the gate beyond the sectioned in 9 which is fine Im just wondering why it took so much time after all you had me bind to your side at all times and my love for you was so blind I'd rather see you do that than have to watch me resign and reside in taking my life by committing suicide trynna tie a noose around my neck till I choke to death on my last breath and just die. yeah right hi im joking high as fuck smoking just hoping you chose the right side, you were so content on committing all the white little lies you told when fighting back all of those tears that appeared inside of your bright little eyes you tried to hold them back I could see you fighting inside while trying to remain intact