Closer

I wasn’t that rich then

I wasn’t that clever then

I wasn’t your class even

I wasn’t the fashion guy you needed

Called me a dumb, silly guy

See me like nothing before your eye

Not enough, left spitting painful words

Said it all about my background to your friends

Lord never leaves His own…

Today I party even not a weekend

I kill in every move with the fashion

My pockets are full of dollars

The fool you left now eating from own words

You can’t smell my class even

The only thing you can do is cry around

Call my friends and say how sorry you are

Befriend my sister to be closer to me

I don’t care; you left with no reverse gear

Made fan of me

What do you want now?

Remember am stupid,

Remember we can’t rhyme

Remember we can’t even be seen closer

Those were your words

Let them stand, bye