or sign in with e-mail
by Richard Smith Mar 18, 2012 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
It's usually the beauty that attract me but perhaps she was the right person her personality made me happy so that's why i pursued her I'm a dude to make maneuvers if i choose her, then she whipped cuz my deck as long as a ruler she may be kinda crazy it's cool as long as i school her i'm smooth as grand puba and i can charm a computer for us to conversate's all it takes to make an impression like a teacher lecturing when I'm speaking she taking lessons but every time we argue and fight i feel like I'm dying i feel like trying to tell her the truth she feel like I'm lying so i'ma move on cuz I'm strong as ever without her i can do better but i can never forget about herwithout her being close is depressing they say nobody's perfect but her honey-roasted complexion's close to perfection plus she got a body that could probably turn a gay man straight she so in shape i think mommy's taking karate so while she get it done in the gym running the treadmill I'm running from feds still keep one in the head still i be reminiscing boo, missin you that's dead real cuz you nice in the bed and you nice with the head skills you awfully fine i can't get you off my mind i won't front i might've lost a dime but you crossed the line and aint follow directions you gone getting back together's out of the question I'M MOVING ON