Theres alot of things on my mind right now. One of em being "RELATIONSHIPS"
Just sitting here in my room: No music, no t.v. Just this blog, my thoughts and i.
Just wrote this. This is the raw verison-- just fresh out my brain cells. lol.
Before you knock it tho-- try to understand it.
Nite =)
To humble-- too nice
They say im too humble.
Im too nice.
They ask me why i care so much.
Why i bother to think twice.
I cant help who i am.
Nor how i was born to be.
but i seen sincerity in your heart.
Some thing that nobody else had seen.
I let you step all over me, because i fear losing you as a friend.
But they say im dumb and too nice, im fallin 4 it again.
Depicting this picture with no picture just a blank-- empty page.
These words are my angers, these words are my hearts rage.
Which paints on that paper
Im too nice.
They ask me why i care so much.
Why i bother to think twice.
I cant help who i am.
Nor how i was born to be.
but i seen sincerity in your heart.
Some thing that nobody else had seen.
I let you step all over me, because i fear losing you as a friend.
But they say im dumb and too nice, im fallin 4 it again.
Depicting this picture with no picture just a blank-- empty page.
These words are my angers, these words are my hearts rage.
Which paints on that paper
and now that its complete
-- we can hang up the frame.
Humble and nice.
Get shot, or be sliced.
Damn, why cant i do anything right?
I sit in my room and plot.
On how to get rid of this soft spot.
that i have for you.
Say im through-- but in reality-- thats just real old news.
whose who?
Whats what?
Why do i care?
Who gives a fuck?
Hoping St Patricks day is tomor, cuz im in need of some luck.
im talkin a -s- a- p.
Not tryna turn this into a sad story, but damn, why me?
All this hurt, phoniness, things i cant even comprehend.
Im just to nice and too humble.
pssh... '
Humble and nice.
Get shot, or be sliced.
Damn, why cant i do anything right?
I sit in my room and plot.
On how to get rid of this soft spot.
that i have for you.
Say im through-- but in reality-- thats just real old news.
whose who?
Whats what?
Why do i care?
Who gives a fuck?
Hoping St Patricks day is tomor, cuz im in need of some luck.
im talkin a -s- a- p.
Not tryna turn this into a sad story, but damn, why me?
All this hurt, phoniness, things i cant even comprehend.
Im just to nice and too humble.
pssh... '
this shit has definitly got to end.
