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Am I complicating matters
by jumping in the batter?
Or do I make the batter better
by being in your mix?
I can’t fix what’s going on in your life.
I am torn by the feelings that I have for you.
As my word is my bond,
I pretend this other man
that you have in your life
is somehow worthy of you
when this dude is just trifling.
In my view, he’s dragging you
through emotional mud.
He takes everything you do
for him for granted.
He does not deserve you,
yet I refuse to put him on blast
since that would hurt you,
but eventually you’ll catch his @ss.
‘Til then, I play with silly women
while he plays on a queen,
blurring your vision with his venom
until you put a bullet in him.
Hey, a brotha can dream.
Yes, I do hate this player,
but I won’t player-hate.
That is a basic man-law
that I’m unwilling to break.
I’ll just wait,
and tally up all the mistakes
that he makes.
Listening as over time you
recognize he’s a snake.
I’ve debated pros and cons
about putting you on,
but refrained from doing so
unsure of how you’d respond.
Would that pull us together,
or destroy what exists?
Then decide there too much risk,
so I button my lips
and keep my peace,
praying that this bullsh!t will cease.
Keep reinforcing your denial
of the fact that he creeps while you sleep.
Never revealing that my feelings run deeper
than you’ve ever known,
because I’m in your friend zone.
-HymnAgen
