Heart attack
• Written by Deprime
It's like my heart is under attack
The only thing I have left is rap
Now she's on my blocked list on snapchat
How'd I let her take apart my heart
dismantled it like a scrapyard car
Now I'm driving bars into this beat
on this blank empty white paper sheet
I'm in stitches sprinting after this bitch
She only wants me because I'm rich
feeding off me like ants at a picnic
She's an insect, these lines are flyspray
She listens to whatever I say
It's like I'm suffering a heart attack
no life support to bring me back
no paddles to keep me on the saddle of life
It's a struggle just to survive but I'll flatline
I'm just another guy who's had enough of the lying
Teases me with empty promises of love
And I guess at the end of the day
She's not heaven in the form of a dove
I'll bury my feelings with a shovel
I'd never kneel, plead, beg or grovel
Blinded by kaleidoscope eyes
I cry until my tear ducts run dry
I've had a banquet of being lied to
I've arrived at the idea she's fried
What can I do? Nothing worthwhile
I can only watch while she smiles
and takes apart my life with a knife
She's running rife just because I'm shy
Taking advantage of my hurt mind
They say all girls are the same aye
You can find out via your own eyes
It's like I'm suffering a heart attack
no life support to bring me back
no paddles to keep me on the saddle of life
It's a struggle just to survive but I'll flatline
I'm just another guy who's had enough of the lying
Now let's bring it back to another trap
she lured me in like a cunning cat
I was just the rat making her fat
she chewed me up and spit me out
on the ground like a kid with a sour sweet
The end, bitter sweet because I was free
released from her evil ways like a weasel
She drew me out like an easel
tricked me into believing her
that she just wanted me to care
she just wanted to share her soul
but it was false and a horrible lie
sometimes I feel like it was my fault
but I opened up to her like a bank vault
all she offered me was salt in my wounds
shoot me in the foot and cover it in soot
put my heart on the counter of dahmers kitchen
she never listened to a thought I thought
she wanted me to be an A on her report
I was caught in a hell like school
every day getting taught to kneel before
this thot and cut me leg off and send it in a box
but I can't be bought by a whore
I'd rather short circuit and cut her off
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Deprime
Member since August 19 2018