Thoughts of you invade me on a nightly basis. At times, the images seem so vivid that I can barely convince myself that you are an apparition. My dudes call it a figment of my imagination. I choose to call it a repressed desire, better yet, a dream.
My thoughts are somewhat conflicted so forgive me if I seem harsh or aggressive. It’s not you, it’s me. We have gone over this a trillion times before, I don’t want you, I know you want me back but the feelings will never be reciprocated. I’ve had my share of neglect and rejections, so I know how you must be feeling but then again, you brought this on yourself. You’re the cause of your own downfall.
You requested the out, which you happily took, so in return I just need you to leave then and leave me alone while you’re at it. Do not act as if I am behind all this as if it was my idea from the jump. Maybe you expected me to fight harder but then again why fight for something that is supposedly genuine? You shrugged off your shoulders and left as if it was the news of the year. So I need you to take that news and run with it.
Don’t be calling me with your problems, who told you I was Dr. Phil? If you need help just dial 9-1-1; I know you think that I chose her over you. It wasn’t the case at all. You presented an opportunity; I analyzed, strategized, and dealt with it. Now why all the fuss?
Why would I want to holler back? Please stay out of my nightly thoughts. How else am I supposed to get P-Jay’s album to the top of the chart?