Don’t think about me.
I’m not thinking about you.
You were never my friend.
I never peeped the clues.
Chasing after your love,
While feeling consumed.
Come to find out,
I was chasing my doom.
Had me feeling dead,
Incased in a tomb.
You made me so sick,
I’d sneeze like achoo.
I mistook your heart,
Whole time it’s the flu.
No wonder I take drugs
As much as I do.
Gotta forget it all,
The bad and the blues.
Now I can’t lie,
There were good ones too.
I just want them gone.
“Memories in a Tomb”
Do a dance on the grave.
I might hit the woo.
I hope you’re doing great.
Not a lie, it’s all truth.
Just don’t text me,
That’s my issue.
She left me broken,
Shattered in two.
Then came back
Expecting me glued.
I must be Big Sean,
“I Don’t Fuck Wit You”.
So just like the french,
I bid you adieu.
Accept this goodbye.
Au revoir, fuck you.

999
By: SilenceTheKidd
© SilenceTheKidd