This all started in April of last year when my heart was broken
The day that those last words were spoken
Friends by my side with a shoulder to cry on and a helping hand
Trying to pick me up so I could once again stand
10 months it took to see today, man oh man
He was there to help, then his turn came to be broken
His life shattered in a snap
Taking on new women was his plan
Too many to count on both hands
I keep saying “take your time man!”
I took another path to greatness called self
Not losing myself again to be put on a shelf
No abundance of women, just waiting for a good one
Too many around will break you, even if you're having fun
Take time for you, stop jumping the gun
I met a rasta who told me “She soon come”
That she will, but his path is killing him
He gets attacked with anxiety, I remember the days...
He falls down stairs, I tell him change your ways...
He's in month 3, when will he see a better day?
The day will come when he regains focus
Not of pussy but of self
that's the day he will wake up and feel well
and stop saying, why did she do this, what the hell?
Life is short and lessons are learned
We all have our ways and paths less traveled
My mind flows like a river to cipher thoughts
While his boner gets wet and he feels all caught
Caught in himself and unable to move on
Remember buddy, take time for you
and she soon come.
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