i could stoop to your level,
with low blows.
i could spill all the secrets,
that I know.
but there are some places, right now,
i won't go.
i could talk mess about you,
for days though.
'cause there is so much to say,
that they DON'T know....
because if turning against you
was my M.O.
then i'd have fought back,
a long time
i would have loaded up on all of
and i would have stopped trying,
to help you,
i would have fired back in your face,
the first time you effed up,
i wouldn't have reached out my hand,
to pull you back up.
i wouldn't have picked you up off the floor
and carried you to your room,
i would have left you right there,
where everyone presumed you.....
dead on the scene....
if i were that mean.