Your game, your rules. Ain't my ruling to be doing any dueling. How am i to describe a game i don't know the rules too? Are you gonna keep me benched or put me on the floor, fool? It's this round is between no one but you and you. What am I to do? Wait... watch... effortlessly? While you go around confessing and they'll go on just guessing I made a clingy mess of things? Please could you put reluctances's to rest. You guided me to rhyme and reason, that at best
i so want to share the changing on the seasons, as in what you "sees in" me. Never was i meant for your team yet, your training was still straining on the hobby turned to habit. Found a habit of just rapping. Stringing these lines are fine: time passin... but at the pace I'll fly by laughing.
close to that stage
it ain't enough. Cuz it is the closest I've came to finding love. In the words, in the lines, in the notes, in the chords... every sound you make: my salvation is restored.
Funny what still gets to me/ is that your the epitome/ of anything i aspire to be. From this face painted mirror/ I wish I wouldn't feel that fear of a superficial superior. It's okay It should just be ignored.forlorn!
I don't mean to be mean but it seemed as my means where your one excuse to keep me off the team.
So now i got to choose between calling a truce or in waiting for what's left of me to prove.
Does it bring you pain or perhaps pleasure, that in my brain I've taken every measure
to not be not even mildly excited. I tried desperately to hide it. But why and try to deny if you all have me so distinctly defined?
Maybe when you find your wealth and you find a well track, you might take a moment to fondly look back on me merely just a memory. really looking to be redemptory. In compassion did she lack? No, just common sense. hence lesson that I'm retesting of the games that I'm messing in.
New to the rules? Well, the players are your weapons. In this game of rap it's not your call, your just the ball and it's up to your friend and your fans to make that call on whether or not you'll reach your goal. I guess, when the ball was in my court i came up a bit too short. Carelessly despite my agility I let it slip from me. But I'm not selfish see. I'll stand where i am with my hand hiding the sun ray. Pleased to be passed as I see everyone else play. I'm sold and I'm set willing to wage a bet; that one of these days ball will find that net.
