Listen to me, RIGHT NOW!
"No, I'm tired of trying, GOD DAMNIT ADAM"
You never tried to begin with!
"I HATE YOU!"
I guess the, I guess the feelings mutual.
I cant help arguing with you, its become too usual.
You told me never to put you in a song, yet I'm in the studio.
I GUESS THIS FEELINGS MUTUAL, IM NUMB.
Tell I'm stupid, Yet you the one going dumb.
You wanna yell, but never wanna listen where I'm comin from.
Gave you everything that I could and than some.
You said that you didnt wanna get hurt.
Yet I was the one digging you outta the dirt.
I was the one that told you, I love you first.
You the one that let your insecurities get worse.
I built you up, but you broke yourself down, like its curse.
I was helping you pick up your things like you spilled your purse.
Carrying you to bed at the end of the night like a nurse.
I been witchu thru it all, the good and the worst.
You been with me thru the growth and this verse.
This Luv is making me rage, guess I'm lil uzi vert.
Take me to my grave, barry me in the back of the yard.
They told me to always keep up my guard.
Shouldn't have let it down, now look at me I'm scarred.
Should have listened when they told me it would be hard.
I guess the, I guess the feelings mutual.
I cant help arguing with you, its become too usual.
You told me never to put you in a song, yet I'm in the studio.
The saying is, Love Is Undefeated, but to me, shits a scandal.
"Well maybe Adam, it's because you taking on more than you can handle".
I can see the desire dying out like the flame on a candle.
I've known people to switch themselves as fast as the tv channel.
Always leaving me in shambles, Always leaving me to scramble.
And it puts my in this studio, where I just ramble.
But I try to push thru insecurities, so trying again is som I gamble.
Yet I always seem to get hurt. Is it them? Or is it me being too fragile?
Love is like Rose, beautiful but painful, that's the example.
And lemme tell you, I'm sick of the thorns.
You can look like an angel, but all I see is the horns.
Waiting for real love to pull up on my block.
Waiting for her to come toy door and, knock.
But even now if she did, I'd prolly just leave it locked.
Stay silent, while she stands their and talk.
But it's only a matter of time before she leaves, I'm looking at the, clock.
Looking thru the peep hole, waiting for her to walk.
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