[Verse] I only want to vent. But it's always taken as anger Probably because you wanna act like an anchor Let me go, let me roam. 'Cause you can be a stranger Or I'll physically remove yo a**; Manual Labor See, I felt like we were neighbors But over that time frame I saw you was becomin' lamer I guess you thought this was a game. So now you a gamer? If it was then, I feel like you were my second player Now it's like I say: "f** you!" when you're in danger ‘Cause you pushed me off the edge. And I had to hold on and dangle I hate you! Memorize that tone I hope you hear it and cry to him over the phone I hope you lash out and do something drastic when you're alone That's the sh** that I thought we had outgrown But now I'm being childish, putting it in a song I mean, you thought it was game. I'm just try'na play along This game was played for almost 4 years long And when it's brought up, we'd act like nothing was wrong So, my heart has been torn. But I know it's for the best I can show you real quick what it's like to be heartless Check my chest No matter if you're North, South, East, or even West I'm gonna scream: "f** you!" until we both go deaf You're no good for me; not the other way around ‘Cause I bent over backwards until my body wrapped around I really shouldn't have listened when I heard that sound I'm fed up with your bullsh**! So I gained a couple pounds And It may not be fair, for me to share Everything you've done and give you the "a**hole" hat to wear But I mean, hey... I actually cared Let's be friends? But this is some sh** that can't be repaired So f** you and everything your life stands for Actually, you ain't never stood for sh**. So sit down on the floor And it's not like It's something I've never said before But you're a W-H-O-R-E! (who*e!) Oh my God! Are you offended? Get the f** on! My life is something you ain't attendin' I mean, you can come back. But not now. You're still suspended I'm gonna turn the other way whenever your name is mentioned You try to hit me up. But even over text I feel the tension Then people wonder why I always hit myself with that question ‘Cause people wanna beckon and plead. And act like help is what I need But just as me and you, we always disagreed And they don't stop until it hurts and a n***a start to bleed Monday through Sunday I stay handling myself Reading old chapters. then close the book and put it back on the shelf And confine myself back to this inescapable cell Y'all always want it done. But it won't be done by itself You gotta step up and gain the courage to ask for help But that isn't what we want. And it's never what we hope for My brain is a harder maze for Dora to explore Copyright © 2016 Brian Dickinson. All rights are reserved Date of completion 10.31.16. Time of completion date 10:31 PM