I finally opened my eyes and realized real lies.
The lies I told myself.
I used to fantasize 'cuz the life I lived was not what it seemed, not what it reamed, not from my dreams.
I stare at the ceiling. Wow! Blank like his feelings.
Cell phone starts to vibrate. Takes me out of this ungodly state. New messages on an early Saturday morning.
Skip the stretching. Time to get on my grind.
Always on the find for happiness.
Emotions, just a bunch of adventures worth the visions.
Longing for completion. Not knowing the situation. Hiding the frustration.
He's so heartless and not wanting to confess his lies.
The burden he stacks on my shoulders. Heavy like boulders.
All I need is a holder; a keeper.
But he's a loser.
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