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It Is What It Is

She still doesn't even know
Not giving her the opportunity tho
She's a lost soul to me
Someone caught up in vain
To get to the top she complains
She's believes that I believe
I'm perfect, completely flawless
But I'm just me
Things I do is because I want to

Far from perfect is this man
I have no plan to get to the top
Other than just to be me
She does it by good deeds temporarily
Self motivated down right dedicated
In this man is what you'll find
Her motive you'll definitely see in time
Is completely falsified

I'm questioning myself
On what I was blinded to believe
My heart's instincts
Please tell me I wasn't deceived
True Beauty becoming completely ugly
Maybe it's time to admit I lost one

She left me with a slap in the face
The day before yesterday
But this I'm used too
So shift the blame to me
I put on the earphones
So the world won't hear me cry
In the morning I'll awake
And my pillow will be dry
So much for the ebony eyes

¥☼MOI☼¥  5 Aug 07

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