Been bout a month since you've been gone. I guess it's pretty clear that you ain't coming home. Meanwhile I'm tryna find the strength to move on. Searching the streets, tryna find you a clone.
Nigga. Sometimes I feel I got to. Get away. . From these streets like a fiend for crack. But pullin' me back it's real got a nigga goin'. 'Cuz no matter the drama or gossip.
Feared and loathed besides. It's such a tragedy. . I've seen all others try. It ends in misery. . Could you stand back and take this all in. Before it's too late?.
Love can be so hard to find. Dreams are never free. Time runs out forever. Like sand into the sea. We're so lucky, you and I. And night's the place to be.
I spend my time these days just thinking of the past. I spend my time just wondering why it never lasted. I count the days 'til I can see you once again.