(WHO IS IT?)
Imagine me, dreading another day.
Heart so empty I hear echoes everytime a bitch speak to me.
Love see?
So much promise and here lies love broken down and in agony.
I could a cried but all those tears would've watered was some foul ass seed.
I so low that worms could a pissed on me.
Walking among these people who my pain, my pain.
They could not see.
That was then this is now and love knocks on my door.
I wanna open it so bad.
I wanna open it so bad.
JERALD hamzahfaruq.jm@gmail.com MURPHY
