Dream Hard

Living to exist or living to make an impact? Living in a lie or was she living in the exact?

She always made time for her crazy fuckin ex that

Never really cared he was always just there

@the write right times when

Her confidence was spent

And she was vulnerable to the world

And this nigga cashed in

Like selling her dreams for ninety nine cent

and I said that her confidence was spent

But She wondered where it went

Well, We knew it all along

Us nerds that observe the “cool people’s” goings on

We heard then saw all of him doing wrong

And then cursed @ her for her going along

Cuz she never stopped to think

“He’s never here when I need him.

And it seems I always need him.

But I dont really need him,

cuz without him I have freedom.

He’s restricting and demanding.

And in this pool of love

I am the only one standing.

And he comes up for air just to say my name, ‘Brandy?’

So he can keep me on the hook

Stole my heart up his sleeve

But I am feeling like the crook.

Like if I up and just leave

then his feelings would be shook.

So much time we put in

I resided in his skin

He said he lived for my kiss…”

And that is where she missed.

Tragic love opera

With lumps in our throat we quote this soap opera

She was lost in his cool

And we were always on the outside

Wanting to feel it too

All the hurt and the pain

just to feel the cool…