Stand up on the ground and look around, see if she's still here. Maybe in the moments I was gone, she disappeared. By now i'm sure she's gunnin for a new face to hold to her in the candle light. If she looks back, i'll be waiting like a good boy, barking into the night. She says it's not enough to want, but i'm drawn in by my own sense of perfection. To the world she's so cool and she ain't nobodies fool, she's own damn art show. Showin off like picaso once, she's got no refrain, she don't waste it
At night I call her name and she doens't call back, its always the same. She's the girl who changed my world, yeah it's always same, boys all play her game.
At night I call her name and she doens't call back, its always the same. She's the girl who changed my world, yeah it's always same, boys all play her game.
Not directed at anyone, mainly because I don't have any promiscuous friends, male or female.
2 comments:
HEY..I LIKED THE WAY U WRITE..HONEST...I MEAN U R BLUNT AT TIMES..BUT NO PRETENSIONS...THATS COOL...
I like this post , it flows nicely from line to line.
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