ANTWON - SKULLKRUSH (by tippdoggin)

who taught you how to do drugs prolly your father. who gave you issues so you bug and people call you awkward. not me reserved feelings run deep. never to be apart so to some its just a mystery. if its not love then im sulking in my misery little things help like holding hands and kissing cheeks. but youll get sick of me jus like im fucking sick of you. theres no one in this world who i guess i feel relation too. i keep to myself now more reserved towards you i feel resentment no embrace inside your words. to me you feel the same but embrace comes by your next, then ill do the same and pretend its not jus sex. ill stumble ‘round the topic when i see mutual friends. ill tell em im doin good and i wish you all the best. but inside i hope you died and all this shit get put to rest. when i see you round town i look at the ground and hide inside my head. heavens knows im miserable. empty like when i used to kiss you. i dont miss us but i know theirs no convincing you cuz you think you know what love is and it makes us look so typical.