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I wonder what you see in me…cause sometimes it’s hard for me to believe in me. Imagine having to hear that he said that she said that you could be great. And you sing “Lean on me”, but that type of dependence would probably kill me. Then they’d probably have to “will” me. And I don’t have much to leave, so I’m just going to lean on me while me feeds on the compliments that you just gave me. I’m just conducting introspection on that section of my brain that has me stressing that you’ve moved onto the next thing. Likened to a game where you just next them.
I think back to a time a couple tits removed. I think back to a time minus all the flicks construed; I’m flipping through my archive, “Yea these couple pics will do.” We were all so innocent! Then we all got rid of it. Little babies having precedence, we were only worried about our relevance! But we’re still only focused on our relevance. We pray then put in work and call it heaven-sent. And I need a shower of blessings. Cause I’ve always been worried about being the next best thing to the best thing…or the next best thing to the next thing.
It says pray without ceasing, and I hear the preacher preaching. It’s enlightening. Then I think I’ve found life’s meaning. But I can’t seem to pray without ceasing; I just pray for peace of mind as I see my parents gradually deceasing. And I’m still hearing the preacher preaching. “Amen.” “Hallelujah.” I’m just waiting for it to seep in. Cause it’s funny how someone can give you something to believe in, only to leave you wide-eyed and hopelessly dreaming….
She is dreaming, a smile lights up her face
oh what a perfect place, what a perfect place
she is in.
It’s an unconscious state, where she loves
her face, she loves her hair, all of what’s there
she love herself.
But what a place to be, far from reality, it’s her dream,
it’s her dream, and she’s a queen.
He is working, eight to eight can life get any faster, his home life’s a disaster, such a disaster, unreal as real could be.
You see, he’s a king, he has everything, a wife and treasures, odd earthly pleasures, he loves his life.
Sad though it may seem, his life’s also a dream, but instead it’s just lived through his computer screen.
So what I’m trying to say is, we must learn today, to love ourselves, before we can love anybody else.
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