Done.

I had a plan for this blog.
I had words in my head.
Words of anger
Dissappointment.
Sadness?

But I don't even have it in me to fight.

I'm done.

I can only feel relief.

It's overwhelming.

And i'm happy... (:

(8) Girl we grown and if he ain't gon treat you right

Then I ain't gon treat you wrong

That's my word

And she done heard so many lies

She don't what's true or not

Shawty like a vallet service

I swear she been through a lot

But I put her car in park

And never let her cry alone

I listen to her heart beat

Because it plays my favourite song (8)