Note to self, it's no longer butterflies, it's daggers
You got my anxiety, triggering me, Seeing you with her, but not with me
I built you up, she took the credit, You let it happen, but I can't sweat it
And all the pressure I feel just might break me, To know I lost my love, it's crazy
I don't wish you the best, cause it was with me, Try to erase you from my mind, but it ain't easy
It's so funny how you can take so much time, Molding and creating something that's just for you
And I mean it can fit just so right
And of course, there's someone who doesn't even have the skills or hands to fit that mold
They come right in, trying to take credit for your work
Like seriously
Give me my flowers and my respect, or cut me a f*cking check
I guess it just be like that sometimes, and it is what it is
I dare a bitch to try me though, You definitely gon' see how I'm coming by mine
I'm on that type of time
XOXO, He's Mine