you insist on explaining the obvious. when its pointless and im heartless for saying, whats really on our minds.
your words go to rhythm, while mine go to rhyme. you were never good with syllables and half heartfelt lines.
so keeping swimming sweetness until you catch my drift and remember the nametag that reads, “hi im: a backstabbing b*tch” when i said you were my best by best i meant my worse, by best i meant my worse