How can you be so damn heartless
Seeing me in the street and won't part lips
Even in baseball there's three strikes
At least in boxing there's a ten count
I've never thought you'd take the easy route
You listen to dumb rumors and i'm out
You've never really left margin for error
Or try to find answers to make things clearer
Why was your homegirl the one to be the bearer
Which left me alone staring in the mirror
I know sometimes hope falls apart
An unspoken words leave lessons untaught
Never been in audience to such an onslaught
I saw in you a prize that all men sought
But being real was never a part of your thoughts
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