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Feeling
Reality sets into me.
Hurt and pain are too real.
I say I`m not suppose to feel.
Can I make my heart believe?
Whose to say what love is?
When I can`t even sleep.
Wondering where you are,
still loving someone else.
Every night I realize
its here I shouldn`t be.
Every morning I see your face
I begin to care.
You take my heart and play with it,
My head and scramble it,
Pretend I`m hurting you,
Then I`m the one who bleeds.
Four in the morning to buy some juice?
When once you were asleep?
Am I intelligent, Really?
Or as stupid as you,
for letting you use that excuse?
I wake up to an empty bed
in your house without you there.
You may ask the question,
Why does it hurt so bad?
Because of what you said.
Because of what you did.
You act as if it affects you
for me not to share myself.
But then you take what you get
and I have nothing left.
When it comes to yourself
the rules change like seasons.
I must fully answer all that you ask
but you don`t open up to me.
Why should I trust you?
When you`re like my enemy?
Except I`m unarmed,
and you have an army.
You say you`re so different.
Why should I believe?
When I could get this treatment
from anyone on the streets?
You say you are so different,
You could have fooled me...
Naima
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