I wanna start this out and say
I gotta get it off my chest
I feel you
Got no anger, got no malice
Just a little bit of regret
I feel you more
and now I'm moving with more attention
Know nobody else will tell you
so there's some things I gotta say
Gonna jot it down and then get it out
and then I'll be on my way
...
is she me?
No, you're not half the man
you think that you are
Tell me about it
And you can't fill the hole
inside of you with money, drugs, and cars
Two of three is still pretty close
I'm so glad I never, ever, had a baby
with you
Holy shit, if you only knew
how glad is too meek a word
'Cause you can't love nothing
unless there's something in it
for you
I think that you might be right,
but I'm trying to get better
Oh, I feel so sorry,
I feel so sad
I tried to help you,
it just made you mad
This could be she speaking to me
or me talking to her
And I had no warning
about who you are
I'm just glad I made it out,
without breaking down
and then ran so fucking far
In my head
I'm the runner
and thank. fucking. god.
There's more to this story.
*Italicization in this piece indicates excerpted lyrics from "You should be sad" by Halsey
Frangipane, A.N, et al. (2020) You should be sad [Lyrics]. Accesseed 06.18.2024 from Spotify.
I DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO USE THIS! but I hope she won't mind.
