Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay
Now it's all dark with no hopeful ray
Gone are my friends;the ones I held so dear
Those left are sad excuses that I fear
Is it my fault really?
That I don't know the concept of honesty with no salt?
That I don't understand the art of being humane?
Because everything is just mundane
I have trusted too much to my damnation
And I have experienced the pain of deception
It's not like I'm the shiniest knife
I've pushed away people who considered me their life
Candidly, I don't know the criteria
Or should I seek help from Liberia*
All approaches seem wrong
Plus love is one monotonous song
When I swallow my pride,
My pleas are often denied
When I nurture my ego,
They see me too full of myself and they all go
People I loved with four chambers of my heart
Did not even realize and saw me a game of draft
Other folks who got me thinking twice to just breathe,
Think I won't survive if I make them seethe
Why can't I just be me?
And be uncaged so free
