The Philippines

My eyes aren't even closed and that shit brought back memories
Life was so subtle
Disaster struck & I was sitting on the wall being muddled
And all she did was watch me fall
I even tried to visit her when I was in her city
Talk things out, and forgive her what she did do to me
But of course, she didn't see a good intention in me
Out of everything that happened
She only saw me acting out like I was Heath Ledger when the weed was in me
But wanted forgiveness when I came back to town
Still wanting to know the reason, but not wanting to hear it come from her mouth
All of a sudden it's clear why shit broke down
I know a woman connected with a woman connected with THE woman
But one of them is in Atlanta, the other in LA
Which makes sense I'd be caught in the middle
Silly me


Why did I think I'd every be able to just evaporate away...
She always tends to find me
No matter what nation she claims to steady stay.