Why me, why always me Man City, breaking financial fair play signing me. It James J9 the white Balotelli. Fireworks not in house but head. Wearing shirt over my face “why always me”… Over sharing Expressing myself (Oh you're so caring) But that comes across so overbearing, like you're jealous and you ain’t about sharing. (SO NEEDY) “Wouldn’t it just be better if you were just mine?” (No?)…. No big deal like my ex I’ll back up and go. Work on myself time to grow. Ridiculous feeling embarrassed… confused (Break) Love's a game, but I'm playing with a broken joystick—slamming buttons, hoping for a win, while life's over here like, 'Welcome to level one: Heartbreak Edition!' I’ve made self-progress with nothing to show Living life like I got nothing to lose (BAD NEWS) It’s 2025 the world's taken a dive, if you fat or big-boned what a time to be alive, Ozempic giving you a new lease on life. Not really knowing what you’re putting inside. They tell the truth? (what if they lied) “Men only are after just that one thing” (Nice guys treats her right, he’s the real thing) She knows deep down that feeling, really should keep seeing him, but he got a haircut, a coat and a beard trim, can’t even grow a beard how weird of him. Why’s he so open and letting me in, why didn’t he try touch me then, what’s wrong with him, is it me, is it the wrong, I just ain’t feeling him. But I’m broken and scared again, he’s a nice guy, push him away to become friends and then. See what happens, stock market trend, it’s a heartless end. Fear takes over it’s, emotionally you are condemned. Just being honest sparks being parted friends, just one text it’s over signed and dotted red. Back to being closed off instead. All this just because I’m scared.
