I get creative when I'm mad
Why am I so easy to manipulate?
I let down my defenses and
This, is what I get in return:
A broken heart
A confuddled mind
An aching soul
In a body that is not mine.
I used to be stronger than that--
Actually, I was just really good at masking my feelings
With a tough facade--
But I let you in
And I let you see
Beneath the armor--
The tender flesh beneath.
Do you hit me up now
Because you're lonely?
Am I truly
Your one and only?
You say the right things
And you make me smile
But something is missing
You won't go that extra mile
The things I do for you,
Are all genuine
Maybe that's my problem
I give too much of mine
I feel like a fish
Taking your bait
Maybe I am the bait
Useless except when wanting to entice bigger fish
The sad thing is that
Despite all I've just said
Yo bum ahhh is probably
Still gon leave me on read.
