Dear 11,
When I'd ask about you they all suspiciously asked why
It wasn't cause I didn't already realize you weren't my tie
So many people swore I wanted closure when I lost my grace and composure
When I just needed to know I had at least one true friend
At least my first to tighten up the end
I guess if I was a different type of girl or didn't respect marriage so much
But I get a say, just like you, that I'm grateful we lost touch
As I grew up i learned It wasn't love... it was special but to be able to do those things behind my back meant it wasn't true
And I guess you realized, I realized that, before you
Not sure how it all came back around...
She sniffing powder, she with another one, she got shot, in a parking lot she was found
They're just rumors but most of it true
I guess they all think now that's just what a ginger do
Remember when we were teenagers laying in the barracks on the twin
Looking at the sky and stars shooting I guess it's when it begin...
I was shooting for love, what were you?
But I wasn't aware of what was already lost and what I been thru
Thinking back to how many times I took that shit out on you
I'm still the same me just the fire inside like the anger died and now the pain just drives me crazy
Minor shit that used to not even phase me
You taught me about being a good girl still gets you played
And how if I put with more you would've stayed
You taught me games that only a whore would win
As each of you behind my back would just spin and spin
I'm still holding out for the man to know me
One that doesn't cheat, would never betray, and is still a best homie
All the times you wondered why I would just run away
Cause face down on the floor is where I'd be if I still played
Congratulations on the wedding...