[Lights Out]
I got a lot of questions that I never get to ask
We always wonder but we never get the answer fast
Like why am I here? where do I go? What do I do? I don't even know
Should I stay real or counterfeit, I got no bills, because I'm spent
I need to know, know, know, know
Why's everybody in the room still movin' so slow slow slow slow
It's probably cause I got that styrofoam
In my left hand, and my right one, got a fountain pen
And it's nice when, you can write down what you feel like
On paper and then read it back
Soul searching, I need you, I need help, believe in that
Was lost once, and I'm found now, I see the path
And I know that, I need help, I recognize, and I seek it
And I say that I don't give a fuck
But I'm jealous of every guy that I see you with
And our history, it runs deep, and it's blood soaked, and it's ugly
It's beautiful at the same time, and you're beautiful, but you ain't mine
I'm good with that, I'll tell you, but I'm not too sure it's true yet
Cause I'm blue still, and I feel you, but I think that I'm just too stressed
Not a man in uniform, never been one to hold a gun
I'd probably kill my self esteem, but you took the shot, so I owe you one
And I'll get you back, I'm good for it, I need time, and you'll get yours
And then you'll see, how I feel, in my shoes, as you walk forward
[Lights Out]
This is the first time that i've dealt with my true feelings
You cut me open, I sewed it shut but it still ain't healing
So I ripped it open, I'll show you, what's inside, and I'm hoping
That you see me, and you feel bad, so you heal me, cause I'm broken
I don't mean that, you should leave him, I need closure, but I'm beaten
And it's fucked up, can I be him? can I fuck you? can you leave him?
And it's crazy, but I'm crazy, and I know that, it's just a dream
But I still dream, so I see you, at night when, I'm sleeping
And we're worlds apart, but you still here, in my heart, and I love you
And I say that, and I mean that, but it's not the same as I once knew
Cause you not the same girl that I once knew, it took eight months
And some love too, and you blinged out, got more rings
Than number 6, the hoops king, and I know this, I seent you, with that new thing
And that new squeeze, did you fuck him, while you fucked me?
And I don't mean that we fucked cause, we never did, but that's life though
But you fucked me up, now I'm fucked up, and I'm done with this, real shit
And I guess that's just how life goes
