This time I'll blame nobody,
but blame myself for choosing this way.
I thought you were different.
my dreams and faith in you:
you just killed it.
You're another same person,
but with a different face.
I trusted in you;
"comes and goes like those dirty hoes".
You want me to smile after what you've done,
look into eyes... I'm not fine.
I'm feeling the same thing that I've felt before,
eternal conflict: this would never end,
until my death.
but right now... you've killed it.
My hope has died.
Forever.
M-DOT DA DEVILS CHILD..
