Staring in this mirror
Looking at yo photograph
Can't get any clearer
Looking out this window
Used to be so simple
Gotten used to the abuse
Physical & mental
Crying concrete tears
After all these years
I ain't scared of nothing now
I dun let go of them fears
Got me staring in this mirror
Looking at yo photograph
Can't get any clearer
Yo ass don't know how to act
Don't pay no attention
Too busy doing this & that
So when I come up missing
Don't worry, I ain't coming back
Got me staring out this window
Resenting yo potential
Found out who you really are
A real fucked up individual
A Criminal. A Thief.
Ran off with a piece of me
I want it my shh back
I'm feeling incomplete
Not a day goes by, not a week
My thoughts are not discreet
I do not cry, I weep
Regretting we ever had to meet
You got me staring out this window
Looking at yo autograph
Can't get any clearer
Yo ass don't know how to act
Too busy doing this & that
Don't worry. I ain't coming back
Don't worry. I ain't coming back
And you'll just have to deal with that
Messing with my mental
Like I can't process facts
Fucking with my tem, tem tempo
And fuck u bitch for that!