Did you ever crashed so hard on the ground,
that you can’t breathe,
Burnt so hard that ,
you cant see.
When i look up i see no self,
nor the other personas that i dealt.
Even though i’m open like a diary,
i wouldn’t ever let you in my history.
Cause what i keep ,
i keep in the closed door,
in where,
where i don’t let in whores.
I see no faith, trust lies,
I see only treachery and sleek trials
.Cause when i’m gonna turn home
,i’ll find you around,
i know you’re not there ,
but i’m used to it now.
when sometime you’ll ,
see me alive and as me how?
i’ll turn to you and say
Bitch Look At Me Now!