he grew up a screwup, while i stepped up and blew up>>

snap your fingers and go..

tension when he sits across from me,
this is it.. time is up im gonna find out where
we gonna end up.. see
i always envisioned this picture perfect story
where he loved me and i loved him, and we did all the ins and outs
metaphorically..
speaking of a metaphor, thats what he kinda left me with for years
never knew where we were considerably heading,
always was fighting back the tears
fighting back the feeling of being rejected on the low
i just wish he saved me from all this time
instead of being fake, should have let me know..
why did it come to this you traveling to sit across from me at this table
when three years ago when you figure out shit your mouth was more than able
but you rather have put me here so you can
see me shake and tremble
because it makes you feel good inside, inflates youre ego,
when my pain across my chest is what i resemble.
is what i shape out, well shape up,
and ship out..
cause for the taking;
all this agony my heart break and trembling..
has made me a better woman in the making.
i am growing and moving and learning..
and you will i guess never understand how lucky you were..

baby you were never deserving.

i guess what i meant to say in a nutshell was:
see, i guess we had no business having business,
but you see this?
you like this?
good..
now watch me walk away