Damaged Goods

You're damaged goods, no longer serving a purpose.
You said your hearts been broken, I say join the circus.
Think you’re the first and only person to be hurt,
Karma is a mother fucker; we are all responsible for her birth.
We reap what we sow because everyone wants the one they love
and never the one that loves them.
It’s a circle and endless chase, a God damn loveless waste.
Your heart’s broken? Well you're a man, a handy man, good with your hands,
Fix it already, don’t just withstand; weeping alone in no man’s land,
If that’s the case, bury your heartless body in the sand, quicksand,
Make it fast, its been years and still you're sad.
She is not the cause of your pain, It’s you dwelling on old memories that's to blame.
Rewind, play it again, it’s a movie for you and the kids.
See I don’t have a heart either, its been broken, but I have a brain, and says “I deserve better”.
I give myself what I deserve, a bump in the road, nigga swerve.
Too late you say, you already crashed, get out and walk, or become junkyard trash.
You say I speak crazy talk when I express myself, I’m not supposed to have feelings nowadays,
it’s bad for the health.
"Did she say relationship and speak of love", oh no, that bitch is crazy, lock her up.
I say what I want, no need to bite my tongue,
don’t like what I say, then turn your face, go on now, walk away..
Any last words, how bout a good bye, no I’m not sad, I would not cry.
I do have one question before I pull the fucking trigger…ever go nite nite nigga, ever go nite nite?