Making of a beast

I remember the very first kiss

Poking my head through your window 

The sweet smell of your perfume 

Tired of talking bout us i know

You moved on and had a baby

Got you a new man too

Ig you're not my baby

But I'll move on it's cool

I'm still stuck

How could you love me

But let another man fuck

You couldn't been real with me

Left me for dead

I remember crying in my mama arms

Our 3 years playing in my head

So much make sense sending alarms 

I thought you would be honest at least 

Now I hurt females that are real with me

I just imma be a beast

Until my beauty comes and save me

Hopefully she can clean the mess you made

Maybe she'll make me forget bout you