I Am…
I might be a fighter and a writer
Or a lover and a hater
But don’t be deceived by my looks
Cuz I’m somewhat a traitor
I might be kind and a little rude
And I might have lots of moods
But don’t be mislead by my attitudes
I might be a seeker or a hider
But I’m not a spider
I might be one those drivers
Who are some liars
But I know I’m not a bitter
I Know I’m a little hyper
But definitely not a hiker
So I ask you this are you a lover
And a hater
Or a hider and a seeker
Do you need a lighter
For your cigarette to become a fighter
My hugs need to be a little tighter
So then my despair can be on fire
My craves for the vapor is a little higher
I think I’m a survivor
‘Cuz I’m a striver
And a lot wiser
I’m like a tiger
But not a minor
So be a designer
And put on your eyeliner
and become a writer
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 12:14 PM UTC
I Am…
I might be a fighter and a writer
Or a lover and a hater
But don’t be deceived by my looks
Cuz I’m somewhat a traitor
I might be kind and a little rude
And I might have lots of moods
But don’t be mislead by my attitudes
I might be a seeker or a hider
But I’m not a spider
I might be one those drivers
Who are some liars
But I know I’m not a bitter
I Know I’m a little hyper
But definitely not a hiker
So I ask you this are you a lover
And a hater
Or a hider and a seeker
Do you need a lighter
For your cigarette to become a fighter
My hugs need to be a little tighter
So then my despair can be on fire
My craves for the vapor is a little higher
I think I’m a survivor
‘Cuz I’m a striver
And a lot wiser
I’m like a tiger
But not a minor
So be a designer
And put on your eyeliner
and become a writer
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