Understand My Moto.

Lights beaming sky high,

But I feel like a dem light trying to shine,

You over there loving her on third basis,

While I'm trying to be your home run,

You feeding off to these baby guppies,

But can't face me and fear consequences,

Knowing you gon' get chewed up and spit out by just the tone of my voice,

Though I'd give you a choice to hear the lying tone in your voice,

And still you would crumble before me at ease,

Your body trying to caress mine,

That tone you use that makes me melt like butter,

The way you undertake your lips, Gently kissing from my neck to my chest,

Hoping to erase my pain,

As I begin to overflow with pleasures of satisfaction from you,

I'm not going to stop you only because this is your way of apologizing,

And this is my way of accepting...

But still going to outburst on a decision you made,

Either way it ends with you here or not,

We both going to be heartbroken and dazed from reality.