By Mac Guerreiro
It takes a lot you know,
For me to start saying no,
No because eye’m aware of what eye bring,
No because eye realize who’s worth helping,
What eye don’t get,
Is if you really believe eye’m one to forget,
Or perhaps you’re taking chances,
Thinking eye’ll be gone that fast,
When the truth feels more like eye’m the one to outlast,
A connection based on love in its purest form,
Can hardly compete with the clashing of two blind storms,
But regardless of that,
What’s the point in this game of tit for tat?
You can’t believe eye want what’s yours,
Is that what you’ve been told?
When eye’ve truly struck Lemurian gold,
Perhaps my proximity is what leaves you weary,
Well babe eye’m here to stay,
And if games are your thing,
Eye hope you like playing solo,
Because eye refuse to partake,
Tearing people down isn’t my kind of game.