You insist on explaining the obvious.
|
When it's pointless and I'm heartless for saying,
|
What's really on our minds.
|
|
Your words go to rhythm, while mine go to rhyme.
|
You were never good with syllables and half heartfelt lines.
|
|
So keeping swimming sweetness until you catch my drift
|
And remember the name tag that reads,
|
"Hi I'm a backstabbing bitch"
|
When I said you were my best by best
|
I meant my worse, by best I meant my worse
|
|
-----------------
|
Rhythm Rhyme And Syllables
|
| Anarbor |
