It seems to be, because of me, no happy three. I wish you'd see...

Do you look at others and not know how to feel about your self? Do you compare and despair, fingers nervously pulling at your hair, I wish I was there.

I can make you feel like a summer breeze, cool and Soft. I'd be your soup and sandwich combo, perhaps some cream of comfort with a side of respect?

Oh but wait, I forgot you're on a diet, like the women who massacre every outlet mall searching for an outfit to that trendy club, but who have no idea how to find joy or wear fulfillment.

You, that shamed stain on the hotel matress, unclear and scared, but of what? You're stuck, deep down in dingy nothing, but don't fret, let's make a bet.

Don't you dare judge me, from the " no one could love you" s to the beauty infused venom seeping from my fathers words, I've heard it all, so have afield day, maybe at the end of it I'll just mosey along you. Sneak my words inside you, press my heart against you.

You owned me like a sheet, spent your nights wrapped up in me, but when day came, you'd put me back in my place, and the cycle would repeat.

Thank you for the sweat, and thank you for the dreams, but what I can't thank you for is my covers because not everything is what it seems.

If I were your hostage I'd be suffering from stolkholme syndrome. You are my vice, because I'm stealing your virtue.

Check youre wallet, go window shopping for commitment, then 'call me!' ...