Baby, I was born this way.

I bite the lips you kiss,
It's like im nervous to say anything around you.
Im breathless when you speak.
It's like a sneek peek,
To my soul.
I'm real too.
Follow me,
Maybe i'll lead you where you've been,
longing to go.
Maybe i'll be the one who sets you straight,
Maybe ill be the one you'll miss.
I'm real too baby.
My soul haunts you.
My thoughts creep in your mind.
What i do,
hurts you.
People have feelings,
and i sure do express mine baby.
Even in the most hardest ways to get over.
Every word i type, speak, or mouth to you,
will creep on you.
One day,
you will see,
That i'm real too.
I have a purpose for all the dumb things i do.
I have a purpose to call myself fat.
I have a purpose period.
I'm real too.
I want to be a somebody like you.
Everyone haunting you on your phone,
Calling you up,
Wanting you,
Breathing down your neck.
So you'll sacrifice yourself,
To live in a burning hell with someone you dont even like.
I dont wanna be one of those girls.
I really hope i'm not.
I'm real too.
I have a purpose.
I have a meaning.
I know my own ways around,
almost everything.
I will get through,
almost everything.
On my own.
Baby, just be there to give me a shoulder to cry on,
To keep secrets too,
To kiss me when when all i need is a kiss.
When i need to sing,
To let me sing horribly to you.
I need you by my side.
That's all i ask.
I'm real too.
So treat me fairly,
Be there,
Stay there,
and don't leave.
And remember.
Baby, I was born this way.