𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙚, there’s no female that’ll take control of me.
**** her then I’ll leave her, that’s how it’ll always be.
I’m not one to deal with emotions and heartbreak,
because love will never be one of my priorities.

it sounds ****** up in your head, but that’s how it is in mine,
no remorse for you females, no care for crossing lines.
if you don’t give me what I want, I’m not wasting time
because right when I bust, 𝙤𝙣 𝙜𝙤𝙙, I’m hitting another line.

that’s 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, I promise I’ll leave you when I do,
after a while I’d probably forget about you.

I manipulate again and again, and the sad part is I don’t care
and it isn’t fair, but I don’t care.

It’s your fault for trusting me anyways.
I’ve seen the end from the beginning since the first play
like a game plan, which is all you were to me.
All I had to do was say “𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮” and “𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚?”

I made you listen to my words and made you fall in love
making sure that the words you were saying back weren’t enough
until you moaned my name on a video and took your clothes off
sent the picture, released satisfaction and took a screenshot.

A **** boy,
A 𝘾𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙖.

I’m sorry that I acted like I cared,
when I didn’t.
I wanted love,
I was selfish and unfair.
When I was broken,
had to run,
although I would never know where.
I was scared
so, I killed...
It was stupid,
but that’s where my mind really was.
It was dumb,
there was only once where I deeply fell in love.

She killed me,
my soul will never be restored
so, I broke everyone else’s
and they never knew what for.

The words I write is not an art.
The words I write is the war between my mind and my heart.
I’m letting my secrets out, I’ve been a façade since the start.
Just tell me how you feel, and I’ll end up breaking your heart.

She will become
a 𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆.

I’m not angry at the fact that you took the time to hurt me.
I'm only angry that you'd let me breathe before you killed me.
I concealed away from the untold hearts in my vicinity.
Deceitful, I murdered before they had the deriving thrill to take me.

I never experienced it either, so we were lost with each other.
When you started to fall apart, I put you back altogether.
You used me to find yourself then you absconded to find another,
I’m left desolate, murdering; until I find something better.

My lonely nights consist of blood tears and alcohol,
3 heartbreak reliefs that come in and out of me all night long.
I don’t think I’m crazy for thinking the thoughts of being in love.
I think I’m only thinking crazy cause I never knew how it was

It wasn’t the same for you but that’s just how I felt,
know that you’re already dead to me just like the mask you killed.
My lonely nights consist of scars, tears and empty bottles -

hidden through the night
telling you I’d call back tomorrow.