Contemplating on comments of commercial commitments in the committee of cupid and his arrows flying through the realms of reality and realism and thee arts as the darts hit our hearts. Maybe this is how we should begin again because we never knew what we had and the little things are what kept us on our toes. Take another chance, i dont wanna lose you but maybe im better off because my feet broke free to flee from false fidelity. All the broken hearts makes it harder than it has to be. I have two feet , an overthinking brain, a beating heart...and I'll be okay...until cupid's lies come around and suffocates until i breathe again. And just like lost and found he will never came back for what he left and i'll be waiting in cupid's lies holding my breath while everyone's smokin them damn blacks and cigarettes. Conversing...take a wif now a hit...im trying to run, not again, here comes cupid.
