I'm starting another chapter. But I'll never write my book. I'll write for you. I'll consult and enhance, revise and reword your entire tale. Until your story becomes my favorite song and has absolutely nothing to do with you.
I don't know why I choose people like you I give what you want but you take the rest of me too I'm not the one who's gonna be lonely I'm not the one who's looking for more I'm not trying to be your one and only ...I know you don’t know what you’re still searching for Sure I have dreams of the way that you hold me But one eye is open while you're scolding me And I've counted the steps out our shared entry door
Each piece you read is a piece of me. My style changes with my mind and my words might bite but can't always rhyme. And I find magic in the aftermath of being tongue twisted and tied.
Look Who's Naked Now
Slow down, stop trying to be- what you think you see- when you look at everyone else. Go find a mirror. See that stranger?