Tears On a Rug

She walks fast talk slow sometimes her days crash and words just flow she dance her nights to sleep Talk her dayz is deep her impression of life is looking good and smelling fine in eyes of others But Behind close doors her tears roll steaming off her caramel skin in to a Rug where her love begin and end with a thug thats cares within He crush his enemy buys her everything a penny brings accept love sleeps around with any girl after nights at the club Oh she's standing on the rug he was killed on blood drip like sweat from his face and she stares into a dark life full of disgrace with tears on the rug