They Say
They say I’m hopeless
But I think I’m hopeful
They say I’m empty
But empty got nothing
And I got something
They say I’m choosey
But I think that’s plain cheesy
Blame it on my insecurities
#1 reason why I got maximum security
They say I’m in between
But I think they misspelled teen
Ain’t gon' stop what’s natural
I know I’m beautiful
Life’s a clock
And I rather live my ticks before it tocks
They say I’m a kill joy
But I don’t wanna be
This generations mass production toy
I love Brontè and my coffee
I’ll probably never get a hickey
I write hell of a poetry
They think I’m 30
But I’m just living the finer things slowly.
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