To the girl who i wanted to be the mother of my kids and my wife…I hope this letter finds you unwell
I hope when you think about me you cry
I hope you get sick every time you think about that random Wednesday night
you just let everything fall and crash from the sky, i mean…
To the girl who had my heart and soul
I had hoped you realized what you were letting go
But now
I hope you know even though i gave you my heart, you still stole
I hope you learn from this shit and grow
I hope you treat your new n*gga like gold
From the only person who had your back regardless
I want you to know
I hope this letter finds you unwell

Trey Sherrod