I don't know what's wrong
You're thinking about her again
It's okay you got drunk and made a mistake
It happens to the best of us
I have you recording beats to make it better but you sound like you got hit by a bus
For once you aren't high so are you sad when you aren't
I apologize for never knowing what's wrong
Even though you can hear it in this recorded freestyle song
And though I see no tears runnin'
I know you are weeping big cousin
YOU ARE READING
The Weeping Woods
PoetryAgony in the form of stanzas, words in the form of little silent cries. I made the cover but I don't own any of the pictures. !There's also quite a bit of explicit language!
