they ain't takin a double take on me... i'm not their version of perfection as thoughts flood dreams... it's someone else that they seem to seek... i've seen eyes roll as mine tend to leak... there's a difference in the way they turn away... they'd rather feel pain than think about stayin... my kinda tongue is only what they want from someone else... every time i can neva be felt... words drip beneath the level of their depths found to be so shallow... yet, i'm the one that wants to be hallow...i hear em talk about the man they wish they could find... as i stand alone, so i know it's all lies... it's the same ol same as they cling to those who truly ain't shit... as they listen to the words released from my very own lips... i guess i'm no more than a feel as their intent awakens... givin the luv to an other as it's in the makin... over lookin the wonder spit from my mind... as their curiosity only prepares em for a moment in someone else's life... but it doesn't hurt to watch em take what i say n crave it by anyone but me... i'm used to it as time rolls with my needs... they jus make it a lil easier to live without the chance of bein hurt... all i'll ever be to any of em is jotted down words... they fear me bcus i ain't like anything they've ever known... so they keep it movin as it makes no sense to sit alone... one man i am on idle due to my sights watchin em go in n outta relations... not once pokin anything other than a lil fun to but em some time in my direction... as i can't hear the volume of tone come at me with a piece of somethin worth me comin out to play... it's jus the silence that never breaks as if i'm insane... not knowin i've jus spent a lil too much time alone n i could use a fuckin friend... it's like i'm not allowed to have what they give so easily to others so unfuckin deservin of yet their emotions thats cries in the end... as i know the feelin as my head spins from the visual of bein the guy they come to, to find reason in the twist... it's as funy as a crack in the rib... holdin the i told u so's back jus goin with the flow... jus to witness em flee witht he next one as they go to show a new so called luv their hearts home... when they die inside i tend to bring em back to life... then i go hide back in my hole where i no one wnats someone like me to unwind... findin i care less each n every time due to i jus ain't pressed... i keep the feel of never enough in my chest...
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