You’re non-existent. That’s stating the obvious.
Of your presence, I have become amnesic.
In your strongest times, you were greatly appreciated…given much respect.
Used to be in high demand, now most will take anything less.
You’ve lost it, and you’re no longer together.
Crept out the back door. Left us with your stepbrother.
Your name used to carry a high standard. Had longevity and would grow old.
Now most want you the way they like their clothes.
We get a skeleton of you…
Something filled with hurtful lies,
Becoming a crime for one to tell the truth.
I thought one day, again, we’d meet.
But I don’t want a taste of you if you’re going to cheat me and waste my time, or
Try to run me over because you think I’m blind.
At some point, you lost your meaning.
What we have now is like h'ordeurves and it’s teasing
The heart and soul.
Many have lost confidence in you because you’ve become so cold.
People sacrifice and lay in it on the line to obtain your name.
After obtaining, it becomes a hindrance and drains
All feelings and emotions…enough to make you not want to go back.
Would rather be alone than continue with the lack
Of integrity and prosperity in what should be you.
Forgot how you look. Don’t even know you.
The little things have become a lost art.
Everyone tries to be a leech and shoot for the stars
At another’s expense.
Trying to get all they can get and leave you dry.
Then say ‘I love you’ with a sly smile.
Deceit has been allowed to creep in.
Everything is so abstract…no more looking within.
No one attempts to capture the mental.
Have become too obsessed with the physical.
No more ‘we’, but the attitude is ‘me’.
What is ‘us’ when it’s an ‘I’ in my team?
Been infiltrated with complacency and comfort.
Have to look in the mirror to get any glimpse of support.
Where have you been hiding?
Who damaged you, threw you
Away. Is Respect and Trust there too?
What about Honesty and Monogamy?
How can I find you so I can abide in
And epitomize what you used to be?
Many are tired of the flame-outs and the weightless flings.
The world needs you again.
Lost love needs something to believe in.
Of your presence, I have become amnesic.
In your strongest times, you were greatly appreciated…given much respect.
Used to be in high demand, now most will take anything less.
You’ve lost it, and you’re no longer together.
Crept out the back door. Left us with your stepbrother.
Your name used to carry a high standard. Had longevity and would grow old.
Now most want you the way they like their clothes.
We get a skeleton of you…
Something filled with hurtful lies,
Becoming a crime for one to tell the truth.
I thought one day, again, we’d meet.
But I don’t want a taste of you if you’re going to cheat me and waste my time, or
Try to run me over because you think I’m blind.
At some point, you lost your meaning.
What we have now is like h'ordeurves and it’s teasing
The heart and soul.
Many have lost confidence in you because you’ve become so cold.
People sacrifice and lay in it on the line to obtain your name.
After obtaining, it becomes a hindrance and drains
All feelings and emotions…enough to make you not want to go back.
Would rather be alone than continue with the lack
Of integrity and prosperity in what should be you.
Forgot how you look. Don’t even know you.
The little things have become a lost art.
Everyone tries to be a leech and shoot for the stars
At another’s expense.
Trying to get all they can get and leave you dry.
Then say ‘I love you’ with a sly smile.
Deceit has been allowed to creep in.
Everything is so abstract…no more looking within.
No one attempts to capture the mental.
Have become too obsessed with the physical.
No more ‘we’, but the attitude is ‘me’.
What is ‘us’ when it’s an ‘I’ in my team?
Been infiltrated with complacency and comfort.
Have to look in the mirror to get any glimpse of support.
Where have you been hiding?
Who damaged you, threw you
Away. Is Respect and Trust there too?
What about Honesty and Monogamy?
How can I find you so I can abide in
And epitomize what you used to be?
Many are tired of the flame-outs and the weightless flings.
The world needs you again.
Lost love needs something to believe in.
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