People say be yourself, But what if you are, and it doesn't help.
You can't find love, you seem to be stuck... All the wrong people well lets just call em' hook ups.
You think they are true, but they front
Ask to be real, but it's fake shit they spill.
Making you grow weary and sick of the stress;
Building on your chest... You need to take a breath.
Inhaling deeply, brings a little clarity to that place of dark.
Your minds eye sees the truth, but you refuse because of your heart.
Wondering, trying, working harder day by day.
But kindness is weakness to these hater that play.
And feed off the love you choose to give...
Lions that attack, the Zebra that is something beautiful, yet dense;
Well I for one am sick of it! If you, and you... And that bitch as well,
Can't be real with me, than it's time for me to find some release.
Whats the point of meaningless sex, it's not that great unless the two feeling are mutual and mesh.
Which I havn't found yet... Maybe I won't, and maybe it's my fault for falling for the one's who are trifling, and shady
One minute one sexes you crazy, the next not so much.
Because in the end all anyone wants is a nut, except me... I'm ready for love.
Finally found someone who could be the one.
I don't want be hurt anymore so totally capable just to turn and run,
As fast a cheetah, with color changing ability of a lizard;
Camouflaging myself from the view of you;
To scared and nervous to get knocked down again at all;
Because so far it hasn't be worth the fall.
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