Delete my number

it's never easy
Almost always the same
ending up feeling so lame that I aimed to spark a flame, become you number one dame but I'm not to blame
Almost impossible to tame cause you were never framed to give up your last name
It's a shame
I was All a part of the game

to think
you were something I was proud of
Now I'm lowkey sick of this so called love you speak of but soar above, black dove flying with our clove
damn wish you wore a glove

I can't even be mad
Just pimp slapped my pride
You had me confide and I complied which jump started our joy ride bedside leading to a landslide of wide divides of my backside
Here I am, bug eyed sitting seaside opened my third eye to the blind side while I'm trying to find the downside of this gallon of cyanide but no sadness manifests in this fried bride for all my tears have dried and I've straightened my stride
Wait
he replied