Loads Of Shrugs
Some help from charlie puth
I did a quick stop by, and tried to play it cool,
But it’s hard to talk with all those creeps in our school,
I tried to lock eyes and give you clues,
Hoping you’d escape the group and follow my blues.
My blood pressure was on a constant rise,
As I started to unravel your cold disguise.
Kindness is the only key, that’s the truth I intend,
But staying silent in this case won’t be my friend.
I decided to stay out of this whole affair,
As those “friends” caused more drama than they could share,
It caused our show to be so painful; so bitter and sour.
So I had to cut her off, and that’s when I said to her;
“I am not your “friend”, not here to pick up every call”
And believe me, I didn’t want to be the one to end it all.
But look, this image I built; I just got to keep it perfect;
And spending time with you, led to unwanted disrespect.
Yes, to some, I’m a ghost, A name they hardly recall,
Some hate how I shine; some just don’t see me at all.
But this Image, Is mine; It’s a ship that only I can captain.
It is adored by some, by others, it’s utter disdain within.
The last talk, yes; Abrupt, messy; I see that now,
And I know words don’t replace 1 heartfelt conversation somehow.
But if I could rewind, to the day we met with a magic portion,
Just know that; I wouldn’t change one thing, not one.
