“We cool”


Hands in my pockets, I walk alone
It’s been five years since I’ve had a home
I thought about writing you tonight
I thought about trying to make things right
But you’re not worth it and never have been
You were never really there, you were never my friend
Giving you compliment after compliment
All to get in return some BS you never meant
Told you about my suicidal thoughts and depression
Gave you everything I was in search of some protection
Protection or maybe safety from these dark times
But little did I know you’re the only one that crosses your mind
You’re not the first and I’m sure you won’t be the last
To treat me like every self centered white girl from my past
With that said I wish you the best and leave it God’s hands
Hoping one day someone does the same to you and you finally understand


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