Turn the other cheek but here u r with more bullshit week after week. Leave the past n the past but its hard when ur wearin on my nerves so fast. You think that i want you back you must b smokin grass. Let bygones b bygones but all the pain u put me thru i have a list of evil things i want 2 do. Forgivness how when rage is still so raw dont think i can b forgiving hell naw. Begining 2 end ur still the same with the same lame ass game. Biting my tounge is my new hobby tryin 2 keep the peace will i fail... probaly. No limit 2 the garbage coming out ur mouth what respect 4 the mother of ur children no doubt. This piece of paper no longer matters i want 2 rip it up an throw it n ur fn face so get the hell on i need my space.