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Rap song

<strong>Subject:</strong><br />The confession: It was my fault<br /><br /> Poster Message:
It was just me and her talkin' ‘bout the stars, She wasn’t ready for the universe and how it goes too far Sophomore year, we were cruisin', hittin' a blunt I was droppin' knowledge on the little runt Infinite concepts, my mind was outta control, I never thought my words could take a heavy toll. A week later, she slipped, tried to make it all stop, Didn’t know what I said could make her soul drop. Words like daggers, I never saw the sign, Shoulda held her hand, but I let her fall behind. Regret’s deep in me, like a knife twistin’ slow, Wish I could’ve held her, told her she wasn’t alone. She came back from that edge, but it left a scar, I kept thinking ‘bout the distance, how we drifted so far. I had this plan, hold her hand it will help when she gets back But the moment passed, and I lost like dropped stacks. On again, off again, just playin’ the game, We both got lost, but I’m the one to blame. I didn’t reach out when she needed me most, Now I’m stuck with these thoughts, feelin’ like a ghost. Words like daggers, I never saw the sign, Shoulda held her hand, but I let her fall behind. Regret’s deep in me, like a knife twistin’ slow, Wish I could’ve held her, told her she wasn’t alone. So here I am, still haunted by the past, Couldn’t save her when it mattered now I trip up on my past step five right here I can be free at last Still wish I’d held her hand, could’ve saved her from the fall, But all I got left now is the echo of it all.