Testo Dear Whoever

The life of kings & everything we call it,
the realization of everything that we forefeit,
the last scene of the night, with no applauding,
tryna circle back to when the curtains were called in,
I talk to you 'cause you told me to throw my all in,
& now it feels like I'm too far in, told me regardless,
as long as I could show you where the heart is,
another day shouldn't be a problem, but now, the more I come to you the more it feels like,
real life, couldn't have been built right,
you told me to still write,
told me you would help me make sense of it all,
& we would never have to censor our talks,
so I told you everything, I never worried 'bout if you could hear,
I assumed your attention was a sign of how you cared,
see with you, I was different, I ain't try to hide fear,
nor anger, nor excitement, played you my life as,
quick as I was living it, gave you my life as,
quick as I could give you it,
I never had a second thought,
hoping it's for the better, & forever more,
I put you in front of everyone around me,
from the first moment that you found me, B.F.F., but fell for it, by far I fell,
& you was the help for that I could call myself,
so if your ears are off or tainted in the least,
then how can I explain this to me? So now I'm like...



Dear whoever, when I put this together,
I felt like severing ties may work better,
I felt like stepping aside instead of together,
could be the best thing for the both of us, forever



In all honesty, planning on how to leave,
is just more proof of the fact that I'm all outta me,
just more truth that exactly the way I tried to be,
was either too much or not enough,
no middle ground, so to talk to you & pen it down,
it's not as easy no more, I think different now,
the idea of telling you what I wouldn't repeat,
only for you to be wrong is what I couldn't believe,
ran to you anytime I was looking for me,
& I took your advice on how to carry it,
no barriers, no doubting you,
until doubt was the only thing I knew how to do,
when the doors close on me, day ones fold on me,
you would get a hold of me & tell me to word it,
but shit is getting old on me, shit is monotone homey,
same metronome homey, I already heard it,
same metronome homey, I already heard it,
feeling like everyone before me who supports me

is deserving of a reason to applaud me,
& if I ain't able to give them that much,
due to how we're matched up,
I could've scripted out a different story,
I threw all caution to the wind when you told me it was worth it,
& pitcured that the picture would be perfect,
at the end of the day,
dear notebook, thanks for all the listens,
but we should prolly both stop pretending, so now I'm like...



Dear whoever, when I put this together,
I felt like severing ties may work better,
I felt like stepping aside instead of together,
could be the best thing for the both of us, forever