We had to break up, I had to leave you!
It was some things you needed to learn that I couldn’t teach you.
And my words definitely hurt.
But if you can’t trust me, how am I supposed to trust it’ll work?
Like I can’t teach you to stand right beside me…
Or how much I wanted to make you my Southern “wifey”?
It’s highly unlikely, and I was concerned about our health.
I can’t teach you intelligence, you gotta learn that for yourself!

Now, you have new men in your life, new friends in your life.
High on life like you’re as high as a kite, right? High Life?
You’re not the same as you were.
I remember Becca. I use to love her.
Moved to VA and enjoying sushi, no more Waffle House Diner.
No longer redhead, it’s Twilight vampire/eye liner.
You’re upper class now, everything’s designer.

With that said, how can I call you a friend or anything more?
They tell me your vagina isn’t designer, it’s thrift store.
If it’s that easy, what did we go through anything for?
Why do your boyfriends come to me after you expose your inner whore?
Safety, hate me, but you can’t placate me. Date me?
Ken, Ben, and Jerome probably hate me. Rate me!
But you tried so hard to fake me. Miss me, kiss me,
Tried to hurt me, diss me. Replace me, hate me?
Forsake me? Take me? Not lately.
It’s like you’re finding replacements to re-create me.

We had to break up, I had to leave you!
But that wasn’t me. My decision–Alone.
That was ALL you.
I had to go home…
Alone… and can I come home? It’s easier said then done.