What's the since of living
When you never feel right
I have no hope
Falling dreams
I know you wonder why a teen says these kinda things
I always been a child with no confidence in this world
I couldn't even get a city lady
So I started talking to out of town girls
Everysince that moment my cousin and brothers
Have judge me talked about me bad
I might smile in person but in the inside
I'm always sad
Girls in my city used me
Made me feel lonely and like a dummy
So I've developed some issues
Thinking every girl will use me for money
But now I understand that ever lady is not the same
I need a real woman to teach me these girls games
So I'm calling out to all women I really need help
My heart has been broken way to many times
I suffered pain everyday
Wish that special lady came
That way my pain will wash away
Mane I remember there was a time I had a crush
I really liked her more than any other
Everytime she came around I'd blush
But it ruined me when I realized she liked my brother
So what's the since of being good when it leads to no joy
I feel I've been more played than a child's toy
I'd rather die than cry
And no one cares to wonder why
I've lost all hope
With none to find
No way I ll cope
Cause at the end I ll be out my mind
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 9:15 AM UTC
What's the since of living
When you never feel right
I have no hope
Falling dreams
I know you wonder why a teen says these kinda things
I always been a child with no confidence in this world
I couldn't even get a city lady
So I started talking to out of town girls
Everysince that moment my cousin and brothers
Have judge me talked about me bad
I might smile in person but in the inside
I'm always sad
Girls in my city used me
Made me feel lonely and like a dummy
So I've developed some issues
Thinking every girl will use me for money
But now I understand that ever lady is not the same
I need a real woman to teach me these girls games
So I'm calling out to all women I really need help
My heart has been broken way to many times
I suffered pain everyday
Wish that special lady came
That way my pain will wash away
Mane I remember there was a time I had a crush
I really liked her more than any other
Everytime she came around I'd blush
But it ruined me when I realized she liked my brother
So what's the since of being good when it leads to no joy
I feel I've been more played than a child's toy
I'd rather die than cry
And no one cares to wonder why
I've lost all hope
With none to find
No way I ll cope
Cause at the end I ll be out my mind
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