'Somethin'

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    'Somethin'

    I know its so hard to let go of somethin, That was probually meant to be.
    Something that was put fourth right in fourth,
    Right in front of our faces.
    One will put fourth an effort, the other wouldn't even try.
    One so real and so true, the other had no time.
    One willing to make you her baby and her focus,
    The other scared, shy, and full of doubts.
    Slowing up the factor to let,
    A jealous hattin' broad get in the way.
    I knew it probually wasn't in the cards, Cause niether one ever really knew;
    What the other person really cared about more.
    If the feeling was mutral or, Just a lust thing (fantasy).
    Maybe it was best cause you, probually wouldn't understand me.
    Even dough our zodiac sign's was alike, the split was probually meant to be.
    Even dough I'm hurting deeply in my soul,
    I constantly think of you still. All I can do is imagine you here,
    With me right now. You think I would get on your nerves,
    Like you probually felt before we even meet.
    This is crazy.
    For us to go this long without speaking, to one another.
    A place in the heart full, of hate and grudges towards each other.
    It makes me wonder dough do you, really feel like me do you miss me;
    Like I miss you. I let all this drama go cause I know,
    It's not to late there could be, another chance for it to be us.
    I can't stalk no one not even you, so take that thought out of your mind.
    No drama just what you wanted, I listen and try something new with you.
    I pray every night to the lord above, to bring us close again once more.
    I pray for the lord to take the pain, take the silence that's hounding us.
    To be able to speak to each other,without the arguing and fussing at each other.
    Call me crazy like you been but, it isn't anybody's business but ours.
    We have to deal with it ourselves, because no one knows like we do.

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