And she said; "I won't complain".The dishonest words spilled before her before
she could catch them.
I doubt my world wouldn't be complete if I didn't complain
on how my life is so horrible
in the sense of change, work, and oh, friends.
Tables have now turned.
And I'm left with pictures, text messages, and fake plans.
My heart aches in the memories that once
were lived. I can't believe this chapter has now officially closed.
As I pray not to act on the simple actions of anger or jealously.
They seem to creep upon me.
And the actions of the outcome always overcome what I know
is just a sin. Or this disbelief that this still matters to me.
More then I can control. It controls me 99.9 % of the time.
She has moved on.
New 'best friend'.
Before. "I don't really like her" and I quote.
Where do I stand.
Lacking the laughter of old times. Girly gossip.
Life is filled with boys and their adventures in wet snow.
Shooting from believable guns.
Hitting one another with wet hard paint balls.
Exchanging codes, hand shakes, and un awkward car rides.
Opening the wide enveloped.
Surprised by the hard work I've endured.
Making plans of the nice spending I'm about to outrage in.
But quickly that was snatched from me.
It's quiet.
I dare to even image to explain.
No one will ever understand.
Nor will I.
'Just put water on da popcorn'
Oh man, rap has lost it's touch.
