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You won’t talking about it
You won’t deal with it
You won’t feel it
because you don’t know what I know
So I guess I’m taking the solo trek across London’s bridge
Got me feeling so low
as if I’m not elevated
Got me moving so slow
‘cause this ain’t a race to be celebrated
Don’t want to be first, second, third, or honorable mention nominated
This isn’t something that I wanted
Haunted by a love
I mean live nightmare
The lack of sleep got me exhausted
The constant yawning got me gasping for air
We built what we could
out of the little that we had
But I have to come to realize that the reason for your presence was for a season
and you were just a fad
So I’ll box up the relationship
and maybe put a nice little bow on it
Happy Birthday.
I would light the candles
but you already blew it
and I’ll keep the cake
‘cause you can’t have that and eat it too
and I thought I would have some and share it with my crew
but we’re all watching our weight
Making acquaintance with the doctor
Audacious enough to turn his basement that’s spacious
into our very own waiting room
Anorexic patience
in a size 0
letting me know that you weren’t my hero
or knight in shining armor
So I guess I’ll just leave these feelings on the back burner
that’s getting warmer as we speak
No conversations
leads to many frustrations
and let down expectations
drowning the liquors in my sorrows, no chasing
finally got the answers that I seek
Didn’t need to cheat
but I asked for more time
like gimme maybe just a smidge
Then I remembered
What’s done is done
it’s all just water under the bridge
I was carrying unnecessary weight
but now it’s lifted off my shoulders
and I threw it in the ditch
behind the ridge with the boulders
So though I know
you won’t listen
I just want for you to hear these words
The lines of our relationship that were once blurred
are no longer
I must honor
My Life,
Energy,
and Sanity
Ironically, your actions were my amnesty
liberating me from that fantasy
that was in the end no good
I’m letting the physical
match up with the emotional, spiritual, and mental
even if it’s a bit fragmental
it’s instrumental in reaching the transcendental
And I’m going against
what was just naturally there
Instead of springing forward
I’ll just fall back
‘cause times are changing
and feelings rearranging
and I’m honestly full
from all the s*** that I’ve been ingesting
that’s just been sitting in my intestines
Relationship laid to resting
In a sense like senescence
an incense being burned
deteriorating over time
In essence, it’s innocence
made up it’s mind
Walked and jumped off the fine line
on the side of willful ignorance
‘Till a change of scenery was needed
A lonely island with a bunch of greenery, unseeded
Leisurely seated in grassroots of freedom
Eagerly putting back together the pieces
with a sew ‘n needle,
and a little help from Jesus
Penning this open letter
sorta like a piece setter
Sailing the open seas with plenty fishes
Sorry Jay, but my beach is better
