Caught Up

by Fuckthis.

I was the reason why men slit their wrists
the woman who they wanted 2 bare their kids
the phone call they looked forward 2 at the end of the day... the phone call that never came

A player in da most uncommon of ways - addicted 2 the game, like a needle 2 my vein... I got off on the pain, the tears on his face, destroying what we made...

Then shit changed...

I was the lame on da other side of the phone, bitchin about why he wasnt home, the private phone calls at 3 in da morning.. 2 proud 2 admit I was hurtin, 2 proud 2 admit it was happening 2 me... caught up in da same game I played, roles exchanged...

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