Beds of thorns. Friends with horns.
Hearts that mourn. Kids that yawn.
Trust torn. Hatred born.
Nights with no dawns.
Love gone. Sheets lone.
Is all I've known.
And all that life has shown.
So,
If tomorrow never comes, will you know
I cared so much that I never minded how
Much it feels to see you obey some silly law...
A law unwritten yet followed by women so low
Who think all Africans by nature are polygamous
'Players' she said.
If tomorrow never comes, will you understand
That it’s you who made me to slowly start to turn
The love we had to really bitter kinda hatred and
I began to despise you and everything that u stand
For, even the best things together we ever had
Is a reminder that it’s time to let u go be free
If tomorrow never comes, will you ever be free
To remember the lies you told of the family tree
Or the kind of hurt you gave me when we were three?
Or will you thank God that he finally took me
If tomorrow never comes, will you even try to come
To my grave and remember when I came home
From the hospital thinking of death to come
And you shushed me, and held firm my arm
Because you wanted my company and all I am
But u never really needed me to be there
If tomorrow never comes, I’ll be free in the air
And my soul will soar above the average
Guess by that time you will be inside your lair.
Thinking of my presence that’s no longer there
Or maybe you will be busy candling with boy's arm
After easily forgetting he's not like me
After he told u he could buy u the world
Or maybe he paid already.
This letter is not a love note but rather a warning...
Don’t you come near my grave in pretentious moaning
Coz when I was here u never had the slightest liking
To the fact that I was the one never minding
All the s*** that you always did to hurt me
So if tomorrow never comes,
Don’t you ever say u loved me
Don’t you ever try to think of me
Don’t you ever cry for my death
Don’t you try to pray for my soul
Instead pray for yourself and all
Coz when am here today, u never valued me
Beds of thorns.
Friends with horns.
Hearts that mourn.
Kids that yawn.
Trust torn.
Hatred born.
Nights with no dawns.
Love gone.
Sheets lone.
Is all I've known.
And all that life has shown.
Memories hurt.
Make sure you burn bridges to ash.
#rexymose
