I have never been a liar, doesn’t mean I’ve never lied. I’ve never been an optimist but that doesn’t mean that I’ve never smiled. I’ve never been the one to any girl I’ve loved. The only thing I’ll ever be is the moon to the sun But I refuse to be just a memory so I must become your everything I must have the devil inside of me. I must be my own worst enemy. If history indicates anything, I’ve got the devils inside of me. All these vultures circle waiting for this connection to fall. Their presence just reminds me of life’s temporality. But do you keep them on a string cause you love the attention? Or are you innocent of these heartsick accusations?
Its my jealousy that separates me from the animals. Its my jealousy that keeps me on my feet. Its my jealousy that separates me from the animals. Its my jealousy that’ll bring me to my knees