Settlement Conference
This is what it sounds like when the tears hit the paper, bloodshot eyes so they red in nature, still not sure wether they're sad or mad, not even sure if I miss what we had, but I been smoking all this smoke tryna smoke you out my mind, smoke till I choke & you still on my mind, found guilty in the court of love no fine, firing squad I think Cupid shot me this time, I wish I woulda stayed on the straight & narrow, instead I'm heartbroken from a got damn arrow, a inch given is a mile taken, & I'm sure I'm telling the truth but I could be faking, either way I think about you every day so I guess you won, but you have to look at me every day because you have my son
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