Ur life in the cage, must have been days keeping trucha...always Had to be alert. Shrewd, sharp, vigilant, watchful, but coming home u got me hurt... U walked on me like dirt. Maybe didn't mean to at first. But come on... could u handle me worse? Do u care did u ever? I knew u thru poetry and love notes...and even before I loved u then and that's what makes it hurt worse. Broken in more ways than my heart and my pocket.. my spirit my clean time all u do is be cocky and mock it. What the fuck happens when u come you come home? Trucha