Sing to me, tell me all the things in my ear
I’d want to hear, be my personal Shakespeare
I want it but I won't ask for it
I want you to tell me I’m pretty, and in return I get beautiful
Show me you want me,
but not always physically
And although well get there in a minute  
But show me you need me
Need someone to listen
Be there for you when you cry and baby please don't you be shy
Because  
I’ll give you that high that tender lovin no one can deny
Touch me, make love to my body and soul
Allow me to explore the journey and become on as a whole
Conversate with me and more than just “wyd”
Pull all nighters till the sun rises up at 7:30
No need for orange juice sipping my tea
You give me all the vitamin C that rush from fresh brewed coffee
Open up to me, be a book a novel
allowing me to flick through you’re page
And maybe we can work on starting a life together and become old aged
Love me,
I want you to love my love I give to you with no hesitation
Have constant flirtation for the rest of our lives without any complication
And I want you to
Be my medicine, the pill I take and digest that takes all my pain away
Making me forget the hurt that's been done and replace it with pure and utterly true love
And be mine’s, be my person that’s all I ask

I hate this feeling
This feeling I’m feeling is a feeling that’s not appealing
This feeling I’m feeling is way to unappealing I scream to god “why aren’t I healing?”
This feeling that’s revealing,
People see what I’ve been dealing with and It’s hard to express this feeling I’m feeling  better cover it up better start concealing it…
I can’t say a word though… to anyone about it …because if I do I’d cry,
I’m depressed and people ask me why I get high?
Because I feel college is getting dry
This isn’t what I expected, this is all a lie
The thoughts of me failing would only leave me mortified
Got me in my dorm thinking why should I even try?
Beating me up leaving me with this ugly black eye
And people got a nerve to ask me why I get high?
That’s why I get high
This is what college is about?
This is why I’d cry
Now a days I get so busy and overwhelmed I don’t even have time to admire the blue sky
I’m drained
This feeling I’m feeling make me lean to god more and more I pray I get some faith healing
Kneeling on my knees I pray for the answers I’ve been needing
The negative voices in my head are getting louder and louder
The words that my demon has been speaking can get a little much
I’m screaming I can’t bare to feel this feeling that I’m feeling
I’m stressed
But the cutie on the 8th floor got my back
Call him down for some ****** healing
After he’s gone I’m still left with this feeling that I’m feeling
I’m done
But I can’t be, people say have courage and I’m trying to
They say I’ll be right here for you
But this feeling I’m feeling is so unappealing I just don’t want to feel it anymore