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Apr 2016
By: Cedric McClester

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
Written by
Cedric McClester  New York, New York
(New York, New York)   
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