I’m into the art of losing myself
Forgetting the crazy things I’ve done
The crazy things I’ve said
Trying to keep up with the thoughts in my head
Calculating the things I could say to make it alright
Watching my days turn to night
Trying to make my problems seem so right,
But I fight the sky,
for making me think I can touch it
I fight the ground,
For holding me here
I fight the people that belittle me
Acting as if they gave birth to me
Angry at me because I can see things that they don’t
Admitting things they wont
Forcing myself to forget that little girl
But trying to remember where the new one came from
Old friends treating me like shit
And at the same time acting like they give one
Oh but I remember,
The things they used to say, I miss those days
Now its only sex, music and J’s
When did all of that innocence go away?
Staying up all night and day
I pray I don’t end up like them
In all that confusion, I had lost my best friend
The person that had known me best
I painted a black ‘X’ over her mouth submitting her to hold it all in
Til she just gave in and left me
I never really knew she was the best part of me
She saw what I wanted to be
She never judged me
She saw me, the same girl I was back then
Just a little older
My sense of imagination is a little colder
The cheesy smile, gone from my face
Instead the ‘Mona Lisa’ takes her place
I forgot her,
Her sky Jade Green,
Her ground is paved Gold,
Her wind carrying the smell of her mothers perfume
She often finds herself, but cant find herself to say her name
Same face, same eyes
Same nose, same smile
But this girl is different
Maybe it’s the make up…
Or the gallon of perfume she is wearing
Or maybe it’s the fact that she changes her hair more than Nicki Minaj
Maybe she is there under all of that,
The original or the copy
Real verses fake
They both draw a blank
I wonder if that’s what Mona Lisa saw
A girl she didn’t recognize
A face she knows but cant put a name to
But they had the same heart
They just had views millions of miles apart
I tried to bring her back, her image in my mind
But line after line, I feel like im waiting my time
She changes and so do I
So I draw her face, and above it I write
“The New Mona Lisa”
Because she had lost herself
And found something she thought was better
Her picture faces out of my window
So she sees the Jade sky, and the golden streets
She knows me, and I know her
A modern day Di Vinci and her easel
Reminiscing and painting a picture
A flash back to when life was easy
Spending my life trying to get it back.
