I done thought a lot of things in my day, I admit.
That I was worth more than the words that they say.
On the wrong side of a cuck, that shit really sucks.
Thinking it’s just phase, say it to my face.
Say Im right, that you’re not wrong.
This shit’s been going on for so long.
On bended knee. Asked the words.
I dont know which is worse.
You got hitched and Im stuck.
Unlucky me, lucky you, good for you.

On the side of the bed they lay.
I’m not even allowed a wave outside, what more can I say?
Social distancing fully loaded.
Six whole states in between, pre-covid.
Yet at your most vulnerable it’s ok.
I make myself open and it’s me who overstayed.
Gave my keys, sat on my throne. And yet Im the one wrong.
My approach slow as this flattening and yet Im the one who came strong.
White gloves on.
Carefully handled it.
Eggshells on the floor.
Slowly, dont break it.
Have my light muse and my dark queen,
It’ll be all me in between.
Kept me in a time capsule easy to be buried.
If emergency break the glass, so you can go on and scurry.
Time’s up. Game’s over.
No continues left, it’ll be someone else’s quarter.
Friends in the zone are just pocketed dicks.
Really doesn’t matter who in the end will be picked.
Give them hope. Make them stay.
In the end I truly hope you’ll be okay.
In the end I finished last,
my future and present became the past.
At least give me some credit, it’s on the upstream.
Interests build and interest fade.
Some harsh truths are best kept in the shade.

Unlucky me, lucky you.