I fear that I don’t care anymore
Lies all around me , shutting my emotional door
I’m 1 in a million
“That” ONE in a million
Alone in my feelings, ahead of my time
Others innocent and free, dancing on cloud 9
Or maybe I’m not, many keep silent
Taking a happy picture and hiding behind it
Blinded youth , rose-colored glasses, Naïvety
My glands bleed for simplicity
Gifts or curse?
I want that curse back
I would wear it like my brightest Sunday dress
Put it on with some heels dressed to impress
Nah but that would get old
I’m tired of being cold
I know too much
They say too much of a good thing….
Isn’t a good thing
I mean that’s what he say, she say…they say
Drake in my beats by Dre
Houston.. Lanta ..Vegas
Would getting away save me?
I feel so complacent here, …Catastrophe..
Could he save me from myself if I just let go?
Why am I acting like love is not my friend but..foe?