Hurts me so bad, to hold on to relationships, that doesn't give me that same commitment. Such a tug a war, for endless arguments, to pleasures' nights. Just hurts me so bad, to hold on, yet not blameless, cause I'm just as faulty, to shit I wanna fix in you. Wanna be attentive and caring, but always seem to get it wrong, on the way I was raised. My chest is small, but I can stick it out, to say I'm a man. Never have I ran from anything I purchased, only cared for them, the best way I could. Now, I get trampled on, like I got no heart, or can't comprehend, hurts me so bad to hold on, hoping to patch up, the endless void that keeps calling me to turn my back, on the things that heals me daily, gives me purpose through the many ass whippings I get or self inflict. Hurts me so bad, till tears can no longer be made, while you sit there, and ask me "Why you tripping?"
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