Is Evol... Love ? Life Live Evil Love
Her name was Kennedy
and I really wish that she was into me.
14 months after Kianna. Thinking that she was the only one for me
and how my feelings trapped me so deep.
I escaped and my love is hungry and I see
her as prey. I don’t know
if it’s real or if it’s bait.
Now I second guess after I was trapped from the first encounter.
I wish we both could understand so then we could lock lips and hold hands.
She would be My Girl and I would be Her Mans.
And we’ll be so comfortable around each other
that we can be goofy when we sing and dance.
I wish it wouldn’t be this hard,
and I wish the love was real so we wouldn’t have to play watchman or guard.
I’m 100% true, I want to take it far,
I don’t want to be the one looking for
love at clubs and bars.
And if she hasn’t loved
then she’s a alien from mars.
And I overly display my love so I’m no human either.
I’m too open and she’s too closed.
I want to expose... my inner thoughts and inner me...
and then let us intervene.
Nowadays Human beings are
being mean.
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