Looking back in life I've made so many wrong turns
Sped up when I should've braked
In this environment I've learned to discern
Between who's walk is real, or fake
It's the little things that hurt, not the abundance
but rather the lack of,
genuine actions speak louder than words
Especially when it comes to love
Hearing others spit your name on their tongue
baffles me through and through
The things they've said, when compared
appear nothing like who I knew
So much I question and would like to say
So much I have to ask
But I know it's not my place,
And in this situation I cannot bask.
I pray you reach a point in life
Where you have no where to turn
So that you may reach out to God
And begin to evaluate and truly discern
We got off on the wrong foot
And there's no retracing our step
Our walks aren't i the same direction
And our new paths have been unkept
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