doesnt this bitch really know who I am, try to share my heart something I wont do again, got my thoughts in the dark as of late become a trend and I'm falling apart, true love is an art, and we losing the spark, what I feared from the start I guess thats the part I dont wanna comprehend, recommending we were better off if we were friends, as-salamu alaykum now I'm gone with wind, got me spending my days with a bottle to my chin plus I got a couple pill bottles, that ain't really what I wanted but I feel awful, and I dont wanna feel the pain, i dont wanna feel the sorrow, I just wanna be the guy when my nephew get older he can say his uncle ty was his role model