I used to think i could clear my mind in a park
or a forest
that a getaway would be the right way to write
but what is nature when you  implement it into your picture
I lie there, **** floor, crashing my reality
I would say it was falling around me but
someone took that one already
I had a way with words and sharing them
I had a way with lovers but not with friends
men wanted my *** or my **** or my face
and i wanted to be someones saving grace
so tell me am i at fault for not knowing
what the hell was going on
or am i introuble with myself for lying
by acting like i would belong
i am the nobody here bud and
it is unfortunately because of what you do
but i wont be too harsh
except on myself, just for you