Nov 12, 2013
You sure do know how to take, but let me teach you how to give. I’m more than just a face I wanna live. You the type of good that’s bad for me. You the type of blind I had to see. You’re the type of noise that sets me free. The type of picture painted expertly. And despite my composed exterior, my inside feels inferior. I’m on land but I’m drowning, I may smile but it feels like frowning. If you wit it, then I’m down n Ooh lord Save my soul from this pain I’ve more than loved, I’ve gained. I’m not the type to complain but my heart can’t take the strain, I’m drained.
