All the signs finally make sense
Like the stop off the merry go round
I again,
I damn near missed
Like he’s battling himself
But this time he actually hit
He’s hitting himself below the belt
So in this equation I don’t even fit
He’s bringing me into his drama
Not staying present
I don’t need that karma
Constantly pouring into his soil
Waiting for him to flower
But it’s like he’s growing from his ego
Instead of where his heart stem
So if he’s feeling
Down and out
It’s probably time I move around
Because I refuse to stand around
& Watch him tear himself down.