When I met you I didn’t think anything of it. Barely even looked at you. Now I am here and your all I think about. This urban love what right and wrong. I speak into existence and you know me better than I know myself. His eyes are like passage ways to his soul only problem is soul is tainted by all the wrong that’s been done. Not used to someone caring the way I do because truth is no one else never did it right. Baby put your pride a side let me show you how real this urban love is cause I’ll do for you as you do for me.
I remember the day when you said being with me meant that you would be happy. That you wanted to be selfish because you could not stand the thought of someone else being with me. What happened to that man that I fall in love with where did he go? I question that everyday. You tell me it is because I accused you of things you were not doing that you did what you did eventually. How does that make it right? All of this time you gave me a reason to be how I was, not once did you apologize for it. Now that hurts, because I really cared about you, and still do.