The Point
Singing and dancing,
kissing and waiting,
missing and waisting,
her time as a single lady,
hurting the weak,
feeding off of what once was a person who didnt give in that easy,
she gave up her strength,
giving into the needle oh f***,
swerving off all the homies,
just to bang up,
she thought she was cool,
asking her self "why me, oh why,"
taking a risk everytime,
she didnt care about her life,
she didnt want to live,
but then she caught her self slipping,
So she took her self off the rig,
threw it out the car,
glad that they were finally apart,
seeing the hurt that it brought,
made her want to vomite alot,
pain in her brain,
she thinks she is going insane,
someone please save her,
before i make a point for you to hang me!
Copyright © Kellee Smith | Year Posted 2014
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