rap song
______
i see you in my
dreams laughin,
and carryin on,
but then i wake
up lonely, talking
to myself cause
you're gone.
love songs play
on the radio and
i flip, or get pissed
off even considerin
some romantic shit.
girl i never said i
was a knight in shining
armor but i guess you
figured that, my personality
would change with a piece
of ass.
and i'm so sorry that
you thought it'd be so
fast, you wanna take
it back, slap in the
face, act all f?ckin mad?
it's sad imaginin the
way it could've been,
if i wasn't such a jealous
ass prick and just listened
like a friend, each time
you tried to point out
how i have this sick
obsession, the way i
question everything in
your day and get all
possessive.
it's truly an expression
of inner pain i'm projectin,
because ill never find a
way to put love into good
perspective, cupid pushed
me off a cliff and ive fallen
deep down into the gutter,
cursed to reminisce about
shit that we both said to
eachother;
yeah lifes a bitch and it'll
always be a bitch, but don't
you think for half a second
that it doesn't have purpose.
there's somethin pushin me
harder to find the reason that
i breath, but still at times i
wish my fuckin parents never
did breed.
I have these dreams of heaven,
and see dead angels in my sleep,
sometimes they cut my heart so
deep that I wish I could just weep
(but i cant.)
someones gotta be a man, conceal
his emotions; so fuck your hope it
is a rope i hang myself with when
there is no copin,
with the inner tension, girl did
i mention its you i'm missin?,
when i'm kissin her in the kitchen
its your face i envision.
you were the pretty girl who
woul put on my dirty t-shirt and
look at me in that bittersweet way
that says "true love hurts"
it's like a curse or even worse
the deepest shame, as i sit here
with this razorblade addicted to
the pain, writing fuck you letters
all across the walls in bloody streaks,
waiting around for the men in white
to take me off for weeks,
to a place with dirty sheets, broken
sleep, and shitty dreams, where i'm
talkin to these shrinks but they don't
understand a thing about me
but please don't doubt me when i
say ill probably be dead tomorrow,
still can i borrow a dollar to drown
myself in all my sorrow?
(suicide love sonnet in key
of X)
