The Truth
The truth is she doesn't want or need me. She's completely independent and can handle her own, I mean what can I really do from the other side of a phone.
She made me see myself without a mirror ,but what did I make her see? That the nigga she messes with can be all that I can be. Of course he's a better nigga than me.
So I sit and wait for him to break her heart so she can fold. Sadly little that I know that this nigga will leave my angel cold. The warmth of my burning soul can't save her .
He's got her in a trap of fake feelings,pain,abuse,sex,drugs ,alcohol,tears,suicidal thoughts,sleepless nights,etc ,etc. I always lecture her on the truth about how he's not good for her and I'm the perfect guy for her and I can fix it all ,but the truth is she doesn't want or need me.
