Stuck between this thing called a rock
And this thing called a hard place
Always turning from what is simple and easy
In order to wait on the bus stop
With a one way ticket to a town called hard and difficult
You are willing to give me everything
And all you ask in return
Is for the one thing that no matter how much I try and fake it
That I can’t give you
It would be so easy to release everything to your custody
And just go with the flow
But I know that I can't promise you that I’ll stay
And I can’t honestly offer what you want most from me
Maybe I’m a fool who doesn’t know what’s best for me
Or maybe I’m a dreamer
Who believes that there is something more out there for me
But either way all I can say is that I am sorry
For not being the woman that you want me to be
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2 comments:
wow.
that is extremely powerful. those last two line really make the rest of the piece have this truly powerful punch. amazing mam.
I agree with the brotha above me. Amazing what the pen to a paper can do, once your heart pours onto it...
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