His ways are made to bend my mind

I ask him why does he insult me

He says because I ignore him,

but he yells…

I say “yes I understand you”

Now can we make up and hug?

He says “No, get tf out of my way”

His twisted ways he holds over my head

His twisted ways are full of resentment

His twisted ways keeps him distant

His twisted ways are unforgiving…

He is twisted, but so am I

Twisted to believe that I am in the right place at the right time

Twisted to believe that we will rise above, but I still can’t see tomorrow