I pretend I’m not listening, Just looking at my phone
Actually I hear every single word you say
Don’t mess with me, these ain’t my own thoughts
They’re yours.
In my head on repeat
Everything y’all say to me
Always listening, putting things together
I’m pretty good at seeing through your fake faces
To your soul,
But it’s not me, who decided this could happen
God gave me a gift, might as well use it for his passion
Could pretty much figure out why you look unhappy, remembering the one time this thing happened, how could this happen?
I have so much compassion for your situation, probably think this isn’t much of a relationship
For some reason guys are a bit more difficult, always acting different around me than with the bois
How is it so different when I act just like y’all!?
What, I don’t really get it, they always say I don’t say much
Probably don’t think that I think much
Guess what, you thought wrong. I think about memories of you from that second that you’re gone
From my life, there’s some people who thought they could deceive me
They did for a little then I realized what their motivations could be.
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