I never thought thoughts like this would ever occur
The thought of thinking I could ever be jealous
I’d rather be predictable than in an obscure state
Obscene thoughts, feeling hellish... or worse, I hate
It when my mind ogles in the midst of the puzzles
Provided by my lunacy, provided you and me
Abide and vow by it to forgive any scrutiny
Even if it shows up beautifully, a few can flee
From this mental asylum, I’m getting sick of it
I feel jealousy when you call another guy cute
Yet I flirt naturally with other women... am I a hypocrite?
Or am I something worse? Of course...
It’s obvious... what I do is worse... Of course...
I’m even a hypocrite for admitting that I’m a hypocrite
‘cause I know that what I feel is wrong
Yet I proceed to feel what is wrong for the fibs of it
But these beautiful lies are more than childish
They’re mature, vulgar, as I chauffeur
These thoughts being contradictive like a mild hiss
Emotions contraband as I’m nearing the border
Pushing the situation forward, trying to be limitless
Sky’s what the limit is, until we lie and we’re in it...
Truth be told, when I tell the truth I lie without a limit
But if that was a lie, then I might be truthful after all
So, I’d rather fall and dwell on earth’s grounds
And seek listeners that relate to these hurt sounds
They say ‘’only a life lived for others is a life lived worthwhile’’
But if you’re living a life that’s worth a lie while
Your significant other is living a life that’s worthwhile
How does that equate to you living a life that’s worth a smile
When every smile is entrenched in contempt
I’m wilding, ranting, but, wait.. I’m not even done yet
What I’ve done is past, I hate it when I grab
My phone every now and then to see if I got a text
From you, is that love, or am I being lonely, too?
Contemplating if I should phone you, too
Funny thing is, I bet you do the same thing, too
‘cause after a while I get a text from you
Saying ‘’What it do, baby boo?’’
Maybe you and I are really made for each other
Funny thing is, I thought that about the last one, too
So give me at least another month or two
Before I can really tell if we will last longer than June
Only thing that counts, right now
Is that I love you, boo...
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