“You ain’t call me last night, what you trying to be? Strong? You’ll call yourself stupid when you finally hear this song. Cause I would’ve took you back, I was waiting to, infact all you had to do was holler, girl, I would’ve just collapsed and fell into a trap and started to relapse but your ass never called so it just never happened. Now I’m thinking Jasmine, Tanya, Cheraine, some ex’s I can call that’ll probably ease the pain. I tried to follow through, but I wound up calling you, hanging up before a ring, girl, it’s really all on you. But you wanna get into it, make me mad, push my buttons. Got us tripping over little stuff that don’t mean nothing. I’m sick of the suffering, the fighting, the fussing. What happened to the love in the late night discussions? about children, and family, the future, the plan? Now it’s all over because you couldn’t understand me.”
"We carry around in our heads these pictures of what our lives are supposed to look like, painted by the brush of our intentions. It’s the great, deep secret of humanity that in the end none of our lives look the way we thought they would. As much as we wish to believe otherwise, most of life is a reaction to circumstances."
