Do you still burn for me
Like the fire that has no authority
Burning to its own power
Free to be what it wants to be
Do you still think of me as you do when you flirt with your imagination
Am I still your definition of satisfaction
Am I still the water that quenches your thirst
Do you still love me as you did when your heart skipped a thousands beats just to match mine

Numbers speak louder than words
a thousand to a million
You are still sleeping with your skeletons
Trying to fit in like a blind Chameleon
History hunts your very own existence
Drunk on emotional substance
Abused so many times
190 to be exact, pain you attract
Matter of fact, these numbers **** you inside
Number of lovers in the past one too many
Heart touched by so many,
But inside you feel empty
Number of breakups and makeups
One too many, demoralized and destroyed
Your heart deployed to war with your emotions
It had never returned
Killed in combat
Fighting and dodging Cupid’s arrows
While drinking from the cup of sorrow

Love means nothing
if fidelity does not accompany it
Many love but fall out of love
Many love but run away from love
Many love but cheat on love
So don’t show me love
if you are not bringing fidelity with it

Every time I touch you I am touching a miracle
You are beautiful
Face of an angel and smile of a goddess
My heart you possess
Loving you is simply priceless

If a busy gun takes lives
Then silent leaders do worse
They burn lives, hang knuses on the innocent
Voice your pain or get blessed with a curse
Blood shed Schools
We elected fools
Wrong leaders to lead us
Pushing useless agenda’s
While feeding us propaganda
Halls covered red
thousands of innocent people killed
At the expense of gun reform laws
Watching news with dropped jaws
We sit in silence
while the voiceless die for peace

She popped pills
To catch thrills
Chasing dreams
While searching for something real
Addict is her identity
Chasing highs but end up catching lows
Empty was her heart
She fell in love With something that
tore her apart
Popping pills to feed her ego
This addiction she didnt want let go
Now to the grave she goes

Until the lion tells his own story
the hunter will always be the hero
No one will ever know
The lions point of view
But if you ever do
Pray you that you are not the hunter