The problem with high self esteem is that it can take you awhile to realize when somebody got you fucked up.
You'll be enjoying your days, misreading they gaze, when suddenly they start acting like you mentally touched.
Hold up. Wasn't you the one on my line making sure I knew you was down for whatever as long as I was round?
Now suddenly wow can't seem to figure out why I want you or who it was who convinced me to allow
You... You were just low hanging fruit.
That man ain't care how long it took to grow you.
You... You were just low hanging fruit. Ripe to be plucked by another berry-bitter fool.
It won't matter when he's spitting out seeds that you had dreams of a more wholesome romance.
He'll tell everyone, starting with you, that he thought you knew better than
To ripen for a glutton just as happy to have eaten fast food.
Takes about the same time to reach up and pluck a bad bitch as a gray hair when you got the juice.
Now you embarrassed about the flavor of the one you thought would be the one?
Chasing memories of the way you wanted him to be forever spread beneath the sun. Ouch.
Wrong horizon. One way is morning the other one mourning. Both begun. Wipe your eyes, bygones be by gones.
Too bad. You might've found happiness had you grown a little higher before you fell from that tree.
Now he's a blood-like stain won't come out your pretty self esteem.
Low Hanging Fruit, that's what he got from you. That's what he was to you.
Hope it was good while it lasted and next time you reach from a higher view.