I'll still check on you from time to time when night turns into day
Happy that you're happy, and hope you're doing okay
Some time to rem-anise on things that I'll never miss
But the reason that I'm writing is still simpler than this
You told me that you loved me, I told you I love you too
But love was nonexistent if you saw my point of view
As a matter of fact, you held the gun in your hand
The hollow points went through, making me half of a man
Now if I reach out my hand, promise me that you'll grab it
And if I show you my back, promise me you won't stab it
Cause I've been losing a lot, but I've been gaining a little
Asked for heaven or hell, but I got stuck with the middle
You wanted me to show you me both in sight and in sound
Not a torn up cardboard cutout of a boy that you found
So true to realness it's fate, everyone else can relate
But is that realness really or is it really just fake?
Let's find out
It's all that I can say, so I'll be on my way
It's all that I can say, so I'll be on my way
I posed myself with the question, more so to teach me a lesson
About the choices I had made leading me to regression
Am I indie-pop, hip-hop, punk-rock or alternative
Mentally on the fence between liberal or conservative
So I guess I'll just make due, it could get better or worse
Will it be horse drawn carriage or am I leaving by hearse?
Will people call me a legend, or will I be put to shame?
Will my questions be answered if I continue to change?
Now I got buzz like a wasp, since you have bees the the trap
I'll take a break from my pop shit, and focus on rap
So you can lyrically talk shit from the keys of your mac
And then just mentally jump ship when you see that I'm back
And if you think you'll collapse into my arms don't be daft
Because I'm not a therapist, I'm only honing my craft
So give me just another chance to try and prove my affection
Since I'm getting fucking sick of all this stupid rejection
I made the most of the crappy cards that I had been handed
I stole multiple girls hearts with words like a bandit
I hurt people I care about since I'm bound to abandon
And I never thought my words had the boom of a cannon
My mind has been in the gutter, mood has been plenty under
And people aren't over so I guess I'll drink another
Sorry to my mother, I promised her I was better
But the weather can be cold, and she didn't pack me a sweater
I've been, thrift shopping, warming up off of hand me downs
Quick talking, thinking circles around these clowns
Mixed thoughts and other things throw my mind around
So I'll be giving you the truth with every single sound
I'm not much of a threat, but not one you should forget
Because the second you cross me, I'll be right at your neck
I don't plan to be pleasant to people who weren't present
When I was picking up the pieces, teaching myself a lesson
I'm saying