Problematic

Hold up, wait a second Hold up, wait a second, let me Hold up, wait a second Let me clear my throat first It won't take you longer Maybe minutes three at worst (No more) Long story short About a guy who was so lost In his mind and his feelings About a chick he loved the most This what happened was dramatic And extremely problematic They were talking every day He wouldn't first hang up the phone There was something about this chick He would've quit if he would know She ain't fool and kept her secrets Very deep inside her soul Lock was strong and key was hidden He got trapped beneath her sole Run away from her, you stupid Friends were telling him straight up But he grew beside her rooted Only way to move - chop off Life is yours and yours decisions But the life is only one Poor poet and poor musician Chopped himself off with a gun He made her songs about his feelings And he sang them with his voice Full of honesty and meanings For the beauty for which he falls Movies, mall, cafe, and bar Hurry up, jump in the car My apartment ain't that far I can play you some guitar Listen to this song, come on Which I wrote for you, amor Or this poem about your eyes No, my prose never tells lies He immersed in her too quickly Which was deadly from the start Days were counted, time was ticking All because of naughty heart (Problematic, problematic, problematic) They stopped talking one rainy day He would not pick up his phone There was something about this chick That he wished he'd never know He ain't a fool and found the secret Which was hidden in her soul Lock fell down and key was found But the price for it was all Run away from her, you stupid He was telling to himself But he grew beside her rooted No way back and no escape Life is mine and mine decisions And the life is only one Poor poet and poor musician Shot himself in head with gun