SLEEPY TEXAS TOWN
SLEEPY TEXAS TOWN In this old Chertsey English town, It feels like a sleepy Texas town. Today, your baby mama will be the death of me. Chelsea was boring me. I got on a train headed to Chertsey. You want the English life. the big English house, the big English dreams next to the royals and the crowns But I’m not an English girl In this old Chertsey English town It feels like a sleepy Texas town Today, your baby mama will be the death of me. Isolate the woman who makes him feel happy. entertainment agents, friends, cousins, mothers, sisters, friends of friends, and their boyfriends, all orbiting a version of me to sabotage my happiness through their pain and speculation Am I on death row for making you feel like you can be yourself? Story views and curated profile pics designed to spike cortisol and control the emotions of exes and enemies So they regret, so they spiral. I think that’s called manipulation. Any relationship built on jealousy and comparison ends in divorce. But society loves to protect the insecure and the chaos they cause The high Surrey society survives on cycles of obsession and comparison — make her feel so inadequate that she backs off, doubts herself, disappears While I’ve been in a legitimate war of litigation, My simple happiness judged by the projected emptiness of others Your judgments are eroding my sense of safety I’ve cried a few times. I couldn’t just fall pregnant. have a miscarriage, move house, move countries Live happily Fall in love Walk down the street post on social media without your feelings and concerns overshadowing my existence Now he’s just taking the piss of the legal system He must have forgotten. I’m a second-year law student In this old Chertsey English town It feels like a sleepy Texas town Today, your baby mama will be the death of me Talent agents flying like hawks would usually be a good thing. But it’s not for my comeback in a career that almost killed me In a perfect world, I’d invite you to Pilates. We’d get a coffee and be friends. But I’m on death row for making him happy on notice for being myself My mom always said I like to make an entrance. Now I’m in the Surrey echo chamber. a voice too loud to be contained You secretly love it Why did you ask for a Lamborghini? and then expect it to drive like a Toyota? You said I make you feel like you can be yourself. that you finally feel happy. But I’m disappearing. inside your ex-wife’s insecurities. while you play it safe to appease the chaos While you mention the ghost of a divorce like a broken record, I’ve initiated six federal agency investigations. gone to war, covered a sex trafficking ring, investigated sixty years of lawsuits, activated my deadman switch, written a film, a book, survived suicide watch four times, went to India had a miscarriage lost everything. You talk about eating IKEA meatballs with your family while I’m weeping under a tree because my body grew a baby for a month, I’m alone in a foreign country. You let me cry on your shoulder, you kissed my nose, and then said: ‘Sorry, I’m going to have to check if I’m free for your birthday weekend.’ ‘I made plans with a friend.’ While I cry, cramp, and bleed. You’re so worried about what everyone thinks the ones who burnt your bridges and house down I’m your taken-for-granted ride or die. I’ll walk through a burning house. and come out the other side unflinching But you brought the ghost of an ex-wife to a new life. and sabotaged us both at the same time They intuitively knew I was someone you’d never control. That’s probably why it decimated them. That you chose the complete opposite to plan a future with While you’re at a horse racing party surrounded by your friends and their partners, I’m alone. In this old Chertsey English town It feels like a sleepy Texas town Today, your baby mama will be the death of me The pattern of avoidance and sabotage is the only thing you’ve been faithful to A football finance bro dates an artist with intrigue. welcome to the intellectual property stock exchange of savage songwriting You were the one man in my life. to listen to my debut album start to finish the day after we met You pushed me back into music. checked on me every day like family, held me up when I couldn’t stand But now I’m standing while everything around you burns, You can’t see past the smoke. past the fear, Past the life you performed for people who never loved you right You’re handing your happiness to people who engineered your unhappiness and calling it loyalty If they loved you past the life you performed they wouldn't have sabotaged you and taken everything you built In your rubble you can't see you're doing the same thing to me Don't date an artist and then try to censor her. You're acting like a team of conflicted lawyers — furious when I activate my dead man's switch over a two-second video of us holding hands Don't date an artist and then tell her she can't use her voice We talk about marriage. We talk about family. How we will decorate the house we will buy and live in planning a holiday somewhere in the Indian Ocean, a trip to Paris, meeting my mother But you couldn’t even invite me to a party Two weeks after My body grew a baby. After I moved countries Are you a fucking fool? In this old Chertsey English town, It feels like a sleepy Texas town. Today, your baby mama will be the death of me.
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