I don't need a doctor to tell my track record is like the clash straight to hell
I'll sell my heart to the highest bidder I'm not bitter I know everyone comes into your life for a reason and you can't mix up people for a moment or even expect them to be there always and only be meant for a season

maybe I'm taking this to harshly but I'm growing color and it's costly to myself and whoever The Lord Has planned for me
My head and heart lost pages long ago in fact I'm sure they aren't even reading the same book anymore I don't know what's in store my head tells me spend some time alone work on yourself and my heart says you can't come close to doing that without a woman's help it's an internal conflict my own personal hell...

but I put a mask on so is hard to tell