Was it me?

I can see my enemies, I can see the fake ones,

I can see who’s family, who really been my day ones?

I can see that I am just a messenger of truth,

(I can see it-)

I can speak it, but can’t make them folks believe it,

Is it secret?

-how you work so hard to get her? -but don’t try as hard to keep her?

I give advice, I do it nice, but I’m still labeled as a demon,

Bro what more can I do? I give my all, I’m barely eating?

Late nights,

Memories replaying while I’m sleeping…..

-I went from barely home, to carry on, to us not even speaking,

It’s still hurting me,

Our past is like ghost, sometimes I still can hear you sneezing….

-Is it me?

( I gave it everything I got but still I couldn’t even-)

-is it me?

(Couldn’t even find the words to explain what I been-)

-Is it me?

(Did I do enough to show you I was never-)

-is it me?

The only thing I know-is that some thing’s don’t need a reason-

Maybe it’s me,….or maybe I’m dreaming,

Maybe I’m too deep in what i need to be feeling,

I can see the lies, I can feel the distance,

I can hear your cries, I can feel resentment,

Some things change, but pain always stays consistent.