Remembering the time you talked to me, always backstabbing me constantly. Why you ain't history, is still a mystery, in this game you think you have a victory. But really it's a tie, cause there's no winner between you and I, only need you by my side, to keep beating up my pride. You're the demon in my mind, you keep me so alive. You're the reason why I rhyme. Without your bitching and nagging, I would just die and be finished with writing.
