If love's as pure as water, then I am in a drought.
Dehydration may be cruel, but if I'm not full of doubt,
I'll wander farther off into the distance, in the dark.
Take my steps real carefully, leaving every single mark,
So that if I come back later I will know where to start.
Loveless is ******, but I know I am smart.
And maybe death will come soon, but until then
I'll search for the truth and write with this pen.
Cause misunderstood isn't fun when you have a gun,
And I know why because honestly I've won
The race of lust, love, and happiness, once.
My experience was big, so I confront the fronts
Of everything that gets in my way to being loved.