Dreaming of someone, someone that you can call "my love." It seems like you'll never find some one who's real.
Like you gotta release the stress by taking a pill. If only I could show you how I feel. Maybe then you'd know the deal. This is what can kill! Love is a four letter word. I've been through it a lot but the ones I've been through you can call them birds, butterflies, hoes anything that floats your boat. I think how can one person kill me inside, when I thought you were my ride or die! Someone that tried to hide.
The way I fell: I love your smile, I love your dimples, I love the way your hand feels when I'm holding them, I love you. I thought you loved me to but I guess a lie can never be the truth. I saw you with her I saw you kiss her now you're with me. Tell me, do you miss her? You're looking me in my eyes tellin me lies just so I won't cry you're just a bird, so why won't you fly? But I'm getting to my point. People always looking for someone to hold them down but you need to know that person that you're looking for is right there in the mirror. You don't need no one to tell you you're fine, sexy or beautiful! The one you're searching for is you! So don't kill yourself because of love. What can kill you is yourself, learning how to trust. Maybe the one you're not trusting is yourself?
So tell me what can kill?
