Opposin meanings of free...

Don't do that to me... Build yourself up to replicate my dreams... Becomin someone u don't know how to be... Pretendin to be my kinda freak... I can tell u don't know the difference between wants n needs... Please, jus turn go n jus leave... Let ur legs take the lead n follow ur feet... I'm ok with ur origins of thought bcuz u n I have opposin meanings of free... It's not me u havta cheat... Ur lies I see n it's not me u seek... I'm the monster u hide from when yet head lands on ur pillow with it's lean... U don't know who it is I aim to please... Nor the first clue of why it is we've come to this meet n greet... Keep the emotion tucked away until we can relate without being mean... As our seems can't stand to be apart knowin luv has a hidden greed... Don't u dare come at me with that failure to appear when the time comes to show up rare n in a raw form of clean... Opened up n ready to breathe... Not findin out who it is I am before the sentimental bs makes my head shakes from the screams... Hehe ha ho hum I don't give a fuck about playin out shallow scenes... Like before luv is equivalent to sex cumin in between the initial hello n a final goodbye waitin its turn to creep... Pointless without the foundation of what gives us room to breathe... Plead not once u lost what u cannot understand for ur growth lingers somewhere in ur hearts heat... Dyin to have passion skip over a friendship that simply jus wants to grieve... In u I do not believe for ur immaturities are weak... Stand to the side so I can visualize the next in line who claims to have a reason to take a seat... Nothin about u is interesting with that same ol goofiness in which find from the lips of zzz's... Leak or bleed if u must for u are condemned to the coldish ways tryin to get inside of me... These are jus thirty six lines put into a rhythm of what u don't know that u seriously need to read... It's me u will not defeat... Anything less is obscene... Obsolete... Silly lil soldier of desire u should jus be real if u wanna speak to me off my feet... Kicked back lettin things be what they're intended to be... In a mental devotion of u n me... Allowin that level of expression to to peek... Without once ever havin to blink...