binge 3 is she the reason my short version

head hurt no one to talk to, watever bouta go smoke da rest of dis loosie, nah fuck that rest of my lucy cuz shes da only one who calms me, she loves me even tho shes killin me, slowly, but shit i love it pryin 4 death from her, so hopefully she could take my breath away, sitting alone in the dark stair way, my mind goin bac in time reminiscing about fuckin in bellville park, on that cold night it was dark, but the moon light was shinein all over ur love u lovein me n im lovein u, but in the end u forgot me, wonder if u do still think about me , but i know u know i still think of u, rather of we, shit only in jersey is the place where heart can bleed, but im talkin to the day of yesterday, sadly im livein in da past, but its my mind, da only past where i can get away, even tho its full of bad memories, but the pain keeps me goin, cuz i feel it the end for me, u could believe me or not but its watever, i talk to my self in the mirror n this what it contemplate, the mind of a winner ,but a soul without hope