.
Sometimes I know theres nothing to say
,
So do I pick up my puzzle and just walk away
Do I follow my conscience
?
Am I mock sincere
?
I dont know what Im doing here
, .
I have a knack for perceiving things
I can see how it sounds
,
I can feel how it sings
,
When you paint me an image of who you are
I know its the best by far
,
So
Dont, dont, dont mess my hair, if all you do is fake it
, , , ,
Dont, dont, dont say you care, cos I could never shake it
, , ,
Dont, dont, dont mess with me
,
Dont, dont, dont mess with me
,
No point of view is enough to quell
,
The rigors of passion in this world I dwell
,
If Im going to scale the highest wall
Im gonna give it my all
Riding along with this train of thought
I see everything, I find all I sought
, ,
And I try to kick the habit of trying to reach
, -
But theres something I do beseech
-
So please
Dont, dont, dont mess my hair, if all you do is fake it
, , , ,
Dont, dont, dont say you care, cos I could never shake it
, , ,
Dont, dont, dont mess with me
,
Dont, dont, dont mess with me
,
Ill say its not surprising
,
Youre sweet talking, mesmerizing, juicy and appetizing
, ,
True
But will I need to get over you
?
Feels like my sun is rising
,
Tick, tick, tick, synchronizing
-, -,
Readjusting, organizing me
,
Is this fiction reality
Bless the uncompromising
With no shame for advertising
,
When my needs go through downsizing
I need someone to pick up my beat
-
My dreams need realizing
Candles on sugar icing
Judgment and harmonizing
Or itll end up like before
,
Dont, dont, dont mess my hair, if all you do is fake it...
, , , , ...
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