Wednesday, November 18, 2009

A Mess


City so cold&rainy remind me of a girl who cried V dun blame me. Wind; caresses ur neckless forgets ur her bes friend then its back 2 a mess.

What lies in this rain are not stories of fame nor dimmed lights where lovers refrain; from one or da otha open arms breed love like no otha.

My mind is at war; won't be easy score, dis game's pretty tight unlike a room fulla whores. Back up Shocked again? I told u da wrd is S-I-N.

And I know, a life without yours will heel all of the sores call it addiction cuz ur love it aint fiction, reflect b4 causin constriction.

Sit back, go rewind play a record; remember hes nice but always finishes second. No clue what to do; she reminds of u, damn now wat do we do.

Haha my story's not ended her tears are as fake as da prez's debates. She put up a fight & reads from a script.. Her biggest fear is my exit.

And I know, I know that when the time takes it toll; you wanna come back SHYt! Ur stories gettin so old. Remedy equals closin that chapter.

Closin the chapter, turn the page; ur history now. HIS - story not mine, so easy to breathe now.