I like pens that bleed Ink that smears Girls with scars Broken parts ***** clothes Stained sheets The hint of blood The taste of lust The smells of love Nights through morning Mornings to night Suns that sleep Moons that dream And all the pretty You hide underneath Those pretty Pretty Pretty things
If you’re who you say you are And you’re really my girl Don’t upload another picture To share with the world Tell me what’s sacred If everyone can see Parts of your body That should be for me
Sometimes I think You must forget That’s not real life It’s just the internet
I often wonder Who you trying to impress By showing yourself In a state of undress Tell me if you can What you’re hoping to get By exposing yourself On the worldwide net
Sometimes I think You must forget That’s not real life It’s just the internet
What am I to think When you’re ******* like Kim And you’re not even close To a Kadashian I’m not Kanye I hope you understand Cuz I’ve never been That kind of man
Sometimes I think You must forget That’s not real life It’s just the internet
This is our lives Not reality TV See I hate to gripe But if you’re with me Take yourself off display For the whole world to see Have some discretion For me that is key
Sometimes I think You must forget That’s not real life It’s just the internet
Sometimes I think You must forget That’s not real life It’s just the internet So what’s the point In getting me upset Or engaging in habits You’ll later regret Don’t get caught up Playing that game For fifteen minutes Of instant fame
I can clearly see the anger in your eyes, hear it loudly in your voice, taste it strongly in your bitterness, feel it immensely in your actions, sense it definitely in your disposition, and I don't even know you,