I couldn't love you worse.
Don't worry, you'll be manumit, my brother.
Appreciate and support yourself.
Say No! To self-destruct.
Repetitively, I've been disconcerted, castigated
And somewhat more unwieldy to discern needs from wants.
Regardless of these feud, I never felt hopelessly smitten in a cleft stick.
I couldn't be too quick to have let my self esteem depreciate.
I loved myself enough to show concern
And support other persons trying to break free
Or should I say in most cases figuring the slightest of idea to loathe themselves entirety.
Hence, I want you to take care of yourself.
Each time the audience channels the affection
And I'm supposed to reciprocate, I get confused.
I wouldn't want to pretend, you and I are just friends.
I'm supposed to think less of your fragrance but I can't stop.
Whenever I get to perceive Eau de Cologne of yours, I go skrt skrt
I'm tired of all of these gigs and trying to despise myself
In ways I can be more affectionate and enlisting emotions as a top prior.
Enough of the schmaltz, you brought nothing less than illfare.
Let's talk about when I had nothing doing,
Slept in corners, tried coming up to you and
You shut the dude out, needed some credits
And you was less concern if a brother wanted to phone.
A quick recap to twenty-thirteen
When I craved so much for Wendy's tatee
Finally had my way into her on the night of
January 21st and rounded it up exactly February 13th
Phoned some months later that our Son died
An hour after gigging at Goonch Bar and striping for free
Blackout thoughts as I downed more nicotines
Death saves obviously, life couldn't sketch a soul.
