i wanna come over, trust me i do. i would love more than anything right now to spend the night with you. i know how we used to roll. i know how the sheets used to feel. i know how i used to feel. the bad, but how that bad was oh so good. i know u always understood... dick and dash, that's all it ever was. but we let it get too far, and i'm in the car, calling you, leaving messages at yo job, sayin a baby is on the way... that's not how things were supposed to go down. it's all fun and games, i mean, we were just tryna hang... we were just, you know, doing our thang... and a baby... baby's complicate thangs... we were just fuckin, no emotional attachment at all... but tears fall as she didn't stick to my walls. blood and tears come simultaneously. over time, of course, i'm making it through. we both know i always do... there's still blood on my hands, and the wounded walls never healed. and even though, i really want to. believe me, i really, really do. i can't come over tonight. tonight, i can't go there with you, you see... my soul still bleeds at the loss of our seed.
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