Will take a night’s walk, showing you sky’s stars,
Letting you know how they’re indicative of what you are.
Go old school, asking you, ‘Do you like me?
Letting you know how they’re indicative of what you are.
Go old school, asking you, ‘Do you like me?
Yes, No, or Maybe So…Circle one.'
Intentionally leave you voicemail messages,
Letting you know you’re my #1.
Will love you like I still don’t have you
And love you like I’m scared of losing you…
Will love you like I still don’t have you
And love you like I’m scared of losing you…
Like it’s only you in my life and no one else.
The answer to your concerns and cares.
The bravery to your fears.
Now matter how the seasons may change,
I’ll always show you how my love doesn’t stay the same.
Constantly growing, maturing.
Rising higher, enduring.
Satisfying you is my fetish.
What we have, I’ll always cherish.
Treat you like a woman should:
Special…incredible.
In me, there’s no dead chivalry.
Seek me and you will find all it’s meant to be.
But, you went for the hype.
Never wanted the true story.
Didn’t bother to read between the lines to see that it’s all a façade,
Hiding their insecurities…
Masking their idiosyncrasies.
I’m not hating.
I’m just stating
The facts you seem to turn a blind eye
To, while you take the proverbial black eye
To your life, to your self-esteem.
So damaged that you can’t stand.
Always trying to find something on which you can lean
Because you’ve continuously allowed yourself to be exploited,
Falling for the silly ‘game’ when it’s all child’s play and they’re toying
With you and your character.
When you look in the mirror,
You forget the reflection you see is the main factor.
Say you want full-time.
But always gravitate towards part-time.
You get taught the lesson
But never try to do any learning,
Spewing the fuel needed for the cycle to continue.
Maybe that’s why you can’t see the good I try to bring.
I know it’s dark and shallow in there.
So I shine my light to brighten and fill you up…
Trying to show I’m not the same mess-up.
Why can’t you see the obvious?
Put your bags down; let go of the previous.
I’m not a user.
Don’t have a goal of being your conqueror.
You label me ‘nice guy’ like it’s bad.
Push me to the side to chase the trash you’ve always had.
What you say you want is staring you the face.
When you’re exposed to it, you seem to run away.
I’m not gonna chase you…trying to find you.
Fact is, I’m a real man & don’t need you.
Just label me a ‘good guy’.
Get at me when you grow up and want something real in your life.
Treat you like a woman should:
Special…incredible.
In me, there’s no dead chivalry.
Seek me and you will find all it’s meant to be.
But, you went for the hype.
Never wanted the true story.
Didn’t bother to read between the lines to see that it’s all a façade,
Hiding their insecurities…
Masking their idiosyncrasies.
I’m not hating.
I’m just stating
The facts you seem to turn a blind eye
To, while you take the proverbial black eye
To your life, to your self-esteem.
So damaged that you can’t stand.
Always trying to find something on which you can lean
Because you’ve continuously allowed yourself to be exploited,
Falling for the silly ‘game’ when it’s all child’s play and they’re toying
With you and your character.
When you look in the mirror,
You forget the reflection you see is the main factor.
Say you want full-time.
But always gravitate towards part-time.
You get taught the lesson
But never try to do any learning,
Spewing the fuel needed for the cycle to continue.
Maybe that’s why you can’t see the good I try to bring.
I know it’s dark and shallow in there.
So I shine my light to brighten and fill you up…
Trying to show I’m not the same mess-up.
Why can’t you see the obvious?
Put your bags down; let go of the previous.
I’m not a user.
Don’t have a goal of being your conqueror.
You label me ‘nice guy’ like it’s bad.
Push me to the side to chase the trash you’ve always had.
What you say you want is staring you the face.
When you’re exposed to it, you seem to run away.
I’m not gonna chase you…trying to find you.
Fact is, I’m a real man & don’t need you.
Just label me a ‘good guy’.
Get at me when you grow up and want something real in your life.
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