I'm locking the door and breaking the keys. Setting flame to the foundation.

Burning bridges saying "Fuck you" to all who listens or reads.

Boiling afflications, No affirmation of better days.

Suicide keeps calling, but I'm afraid to answer, yet contemplating with anger 

Fuck Fear.

You don't even care, fuck what is... there never was.

Fuck her, cim and go. She's jut another object, no value to how, right?!

No... his value's too low to even recognze her worth. He's worth-less compared to a slave 

not worthy of her.

Yet she feens for him.

Throw shade because she beleives in him. But he don't want her, no, he don't need her 

unless his dick hard.

Striving for success he'll get it anyway he can, using and abusing these bitches.

His mother, she's cool as long as the lie lingers around his lips feeds hers empty words of actions that dont exists. She will always hold him down.

Pops he aiitght as long as he ain't around

Hs sisters are living the dream while he's out chasing molly and ecstacy 

His success lyes beneath the lies he holds within. Bodies he hang with the mind of a noose he uses to pull them in.

Yeah I'm that nigga, the only nigga he tells himself. boting his false confidence hiding his deepest cravings for love. 

Until one day he lose it all taking for granted each and every soul who tried to console him, love him, and care for him.

Forgetting her worth, No, never knowing what sh'e worth. She herself never believing in her own worth.

Giving hope to his world, giving all she could give, not allowing her self to heal. Not embracing the lesson to be learned.

Diving into the deep blue, forgetting how to swim drowning her hopes and dreams, suffocating within.

How can a crooked man know "Love" if all he'd been thought was greed.

Conflicting with an addiction hard to decimate. How does one know when the light has been dimmed when all they do is steer into it. 

 

What's Love got to do with it...