If we are to tell our stories from the start
No one would have time to listen
Maybe they would ,maybe they wouldn't
It depends on their reasons
It either they would fabricate a line and leave the rest or they would criticise and judge you
We carry alot inside there
We don't share cus tears would be running down our faces like a stream
In life err,know nothing is forever
From strangers to friends and from friends to strangers again
Lowkey, we are all tired in our own ways buh,we are just trynna prove society wrong
Wait ooo ,that same society would let you down
They said it's nice to be nice
Yhhh I get that
Why didn't they inform us after being nice,it follows with unbearable pain?
You see why I keep painting love black
People are just ungrateful
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