I'm doing the best that I can, I beg of you please understand, that you are so beautiful perfect and wonderful, you put me on top and then you will not let me fall. am I a man? because I feel like a boy. when I look in the mirror I guess that I feel destroyed. it's an emotional mashup a tragic path to want to pass up with your passionate half the kind that makes you want to stand up, you know they're watching your back but do the math and then just add it up, every ounce of understanding no you'll never have enough. it's beautiful truly consuming in indisputable, like moody little movies described in Hollywood studios, got bored with the script and turned it into a musical, just to satisfy the other half it's so damn suitable. but what are we accepting other lung in the chest? yes we can live without the other one but not the best, until the pressure is building up and leaves your ass depressed because you're feeling all alone until you think it's addressed by YouTube booties bouncing around like tick tock cuties, until you step it up a notch and you're on XXX nudies, I ain't no fool I've been there too slacking off on my duties, just ask my girl she's my world and she can see right through me. to be honest honesty is not a policy, it's possibly the most sincere form of an apology. because when you grieve it and you mean it that's psychology. I mean sex, money, drugs, and the things that come in between. I write when I pick up a pen, I pick up the pace when I'm racing to win. I search out the glue when I'm looking to mend, but nothing I do can help me transcend, so what do I do? find something that can now I feel like a fool because I broke and I bend. what do you do when you look in the eyes of the one that you love and you feel like you've got to pretend NOTHING! because you won't change no minds. unless you seek to make a choice in which you've got to decide, whether happiness is worth a little pain in your pride, it's kind of sounding like a trap and leaves you walking a line, trust me! but trust is something that someone is holding close, while you're dumping a fucking truckload of suffering unto the most important person in your life you're not trying I'll trust I get it. that doesn't change the fact that every time you promise change you didn't! but I'm not judging it's something we find quite difficult, your body has these feelings and it makes us feel invincible. slip up for a moment and you're stuck in the unthinkable. shaking sick and thinking is this even fixable? but love is wonderful beautiful great and glorious notorious for opening alternate ways of showing it. but broken is, waking up thinking that you're supposed to get the right side of the whip of the one that you claimed equivalent