But baby, don’t get it twisted
You was just another nigga on the hit list
Tryna fix your inner issues with a bad bitch
Didn’t they tell you that I was a savage
Fuck your white horse and a carriage
Bet you never could imagine
Never told you could have it
You needed me
Oooh, you needed me
Feel a little more, and give a little less
Know you hate to confess
But baby who, you needed me
I’ve read some of those really nice letters other bloggers have written and posted on the internet. A lot of them are sort of a “New User’s Guide” to loving my old lover. They are often times friendly and overly pleasant. As I read through most of these posts, I get the feeling the writer is penning a note to a fellow book club, or Sunday school, or yoga class member. The words are sweet, kind, and thoughtful.
I have a feeling this letter will not read exactly like the ones mentioned above.
You will probably not find it friendly, or pleasant, or sweet, or kind.
However, I have thought long and hard about this message. I hope you do too. Read More