A Runner Up
I could complain about love, kick rocks and sob with ease
Try to make it happen myself but love know how to bob and weave
I have so much love to give, so why can’t I get the love back
I have nobody to comfort me at home and those pillows can’t hug me back
My love is like the gold medal or striking it rich with some oil
Like a ripe apple on a tree, hoping somebody pick me before I spoil
Lets just be friends, you have bad timing, I heard it and I can’t stand it enough
I’m ready to show off my kissing skills, I’ve practiced on my hands enough
I swear I wouldn’t hurt anymore I cupid at least sent one to me
Tell me why am I alone if they say misery loves company
Close my eyes and dream that when I wake up she’ll be right there
But reality hit and I really wake up and the dream becomes a nightmare
I get mad at the fact the first place may not ever be meant for me
To one day have my time in the limelight just may not be meant to be
To laugh at yourself before you lose oh there is no funnier luck
To understand your destiny is second place, to be born a runner up
Stevie D
The honest truth I know
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