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Potential For Prosperity

Fight

Page 53 of 1192 min read
Written
October 15th, 2019
Album
Stuck in My Mind

I support you and you don’t care

I fight for you and you won’t dare

To stand up for me when I share

I got your back whenever your scared

I don’t slack then you sit and stare

At me like I just don’t belong there


So what you do to me doesn’t make sense

When you use me I get real tense

Stress and feel like I’m bent

When really its what you sent

And then you get into my head

Like why do you gotta do that

Why you gotta ruin crap

When did I hurt you last

All you do is stab me and in the back


And then get me to fight with you

And you think I’m dumb

When I can see you through

But you stand there numb

And you don’t respond

And I tried but only you belonged

Finally after I say all these things

after I’m done and my brain sings

You’ll realize what you did

And find out how it stings

And feel the pain that I perceived

And took in yet wasn’t peeved

Dropped you off when things got cleaned


Because your just a mess

And you act like your the best

Because your an insecure little pest

Who doesn’t deserve but yet I blessed

And all you did was hurt my chest

And now I’m just sitting here nothing but stressed

Remembering what’s been going non expressed

And you attacked me and I was oppressed

Youre probably thinking after I get long days of tons of rest

And realize it was just a test

That I’ll come back and feel refreshed

But that’s bull I am now suppressed

I’m not trying to protest

Just remember what I have said

And next your screw with me you’ll probably wish you were dead.


Yep harsh, I know. I wrote it on behalf of a best friend who I once was more then best friends with. She was getting bullied and disrespected by someone who she called a friend. I wrote this song to relate to her, based off of the texts and words she had sent me or told me about while venting. Hope she still knows that I love her, and that if she comes to me with open arms I would gladly be best friends again. The good old days when we were just kids…wish she didn’t have to tilt to the wrong side of the mirror.

The longest stretch of the book, and the loudest. Most of these carry a date and an album.