Head Games - Poem by STEVE CULLIFER
Trust is lost, Dead-never 2 return.
This Heart broken-beaten-battered and Burned.
Mind fukt, even led 2 believe. That i had issues, that it was all me..
I thought i was crazy, i think im skitzo i once even said..
Well explain away THIS WRAPPER, Mr kala, and The messages i read.
You are though 1 hell of an actress,
But I gotta draw the line w/ ur trash under the mattress.
Oh- Wait, Go ahead and say it, ur crazy, ur jus trippin,
If youd of found that wrapper Bitch ud fukn b flippin!
And theres so much shit heather its not just this,
We could spend days jotting that list.
Chances 2 start over so many u've missed,
Im supprized im calm, not hurt, let down or even pissed.
My hands r thrown up in despair and deafeat,
Ur heart is set, so eager 2 cheat.
Cant quite figure out what makes u tick,
But that which is apparent sure makes sick.
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