I have never felt too proud
To admit the things I have done
When I was immature , self obsessed
And probably just too young ,
I have loved with a mediocre heart ,
Never cared about the collection
Of skeletons in my closet
From the lovers I have starved ,
The ones who have ended up
Sleep deprived under my spells ,
Who gave their all and everything ,
Put their feelings and their who being
Within the palms of my hands ,
Just so I could crush them
For my own pleasure
And let them go without a farewell.
Now that i have grown ,
Often do I wonder , where did they go?
The almost lovers,
Who’s hearts I have ripped to pieces ,
Tore them up and shattered them,
Until they forget my name
And called me misery ,
I sincerely hope ,
They’ve found the glue
To put themselves back together ,
I hope the sires have healed ,
And that they’ll understand ;
I was never supposed to be ,
Their happily ever after .
Bro ✌🏻