I now look at the past so differently

I’ve transformed:

Mentally, Physically, and Spiritually

Things haven’t been what they appear to be

& Through your soul 

I see you tearfully

That’s why I ask you to spill for me

Get high

Pass on chill pills for me

Show me how you really feel for me

Will you cross Atlantic water?

Climb the highest hills for me?

Weird that’s how this feels to me

Men walked over my love in the past

A fool I refuse to be

Guilty if they accusing me

A fountain of wisdom

They steadily using me

Stop coming at me side ways

Left I refuse to be. 

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