Is it the way I speak?
Is it the color of my skin?
Is it the way I talk?
What is it that makes you not want to date me?
Is it because I talk in riddles?
That doesn’t make your heart fiddle?
Is it the way I laugh?
Is it the way of how my skin looks?
What is it that makes you not want to date me?
Is it my hair?
My music taste?
Is it my face?
Is it my body?
Is it because I’m not that feminine?
Or is it because I show my heart out on my sleeve and end up with a broken heart each and every day?
What are you looking for?
Hiding behind laptops and computers like it’s your home.
Saying words like they’re going to make a difference.
Faking every word that you say to get what you want,
When I know they’re just lies
On top of
Lies
On top of
Lies.
Why?