In the group they be screamin there love
But wen i turn my head i never clocked they the one who Held the gunAnd had the knife against my throatShouting all the abuseWell too late now Cos even though my mother warned me Bwt 'these type of girls' I never toke it seriouslyEven though they were always coming sideways Left to right Causing the encouragement of picking up the knife Nd being the encouragement to slice Well damn ma im sorry for not takin yur wordProb ear wax blocking all yur wise wordsCos it left me like a fool Listening to these other fools For allowing there side comments to enter me ears And letting these 2 FACE ESBring me to tearsNd making me fear to befriend others Cos we all know i aint worthy of thatIm just that But not even a BAD ONE at thatBut maybe they didnt knoe there sideways attics where hurting me deep inside And that they were actually bloody knifes making deep woundsAnd they were fast bullets doing a russian roulette with only me in the roomBut i guess its true Yur mother knows best