In the harmattans turbulence
the intensity of prayers
in the winding paths of memory
you're always gleam
as I contemplate on the beauty of our memories
goosebumps prevail
I start to imagine a world where we don't collide
it's hurting but we'll heal and the sun will rise
I'm going back to therapy
if I was not the one
then why would you make me feel that way
or were you waiting for the other
you're damn selfish
never wanted to get hurt so you hurt first,,good strategy huh