I can see the soul in your eyes.
looks of a sunset reflecting in the water.
Like glass it mirrors who you truly are.
So I try to not look.

But you make it impossible.
By force or by energy.
I am drawn to your glance.
And you know that's what causes the hurt.
When you leave and I can't not into those eyes anymore.

It makes me feel more lonesome than before I met you in the first place.
Maybe if I tried to resist more.
Before I looked into those eyes for the first time.
Trapped from then on out .

Now claimed as yours.
Without the perks of actually being yours.

One of the hoes
One of the bros

I told you I hated the labels.
Did you think that only applied to being called a girlfriend?
Although I never wanted that I still didn't want the labels of.

***.
Or
Bro.

Just wanted the look.
That comes with the comfort of your soul.

You were ruff with my heart
And ruff on my neck
Then I got ruff with my risk
R.I.P little innocent

Cause **** the ******* and the antics
That **** must be for some kind of frantic
And if I don't swallow another pill-ill-ill
ill turn into one of those very frantics
I tried so hard to not be like
Cause **** the ******* and the antics
Not trying to be put in a scary painting
Standing still and painted by someone else
That's why the high is so nice
But you get mad at me for it
For what ?
Being happy and fascinated with life
Is what you get with one of my pearls
Swear to god i'll help you paint a picture
The good the bad it soaks into my skin
And becomes better even when it's just scary