I have my feelings on safety,
Because I'm tried of being shot where my heart be.
Don't have time for the games anymore,
A shattered soul I can take anymore.
I'm can't keep tripping on fake love,
We are a bad mix, like drunks in a club.
I hope you take the time to hear me,
Because this is the last of you and me.
I can't keep being blamed for your problems,
When all I did was try to help you solve them.
You took my joy, turned it to anger,
Bruised my soul now I'm walking with a banger.
Ready to shot at everything,
Heart so cold, My blood is heating,
Now I'm laying here tripping on you,
When my life is fucked up cuz of you.
I can't keep tripping off you,
So it beat I stay my distance from you.
@high_lifepoet
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