i'm in a game thats sometimes fun but is a gamble to be in,
you to to take chances and make decisions
and the states are always risen
to the point where you get tired of one and select another,
you push over a beautiful structure
to poison another,
because thats the object,
to take advantage of your project,
speak lies and procrastinate quality time,
amaze and confuse her with lines
that seems sweet at the moment but sour from the beginning,
we were taught by one woman to treat all women
with respect but it's something about one woman to close our ears to all women,
the few that are beckering and complaining got us wanting to perfect this as a religion,
we know what we missing,
a heart, we're selfish cause we try so many times and improve our game,
transferring lines to change
her heart, her views, her mind
to get what we want and move on to find
another to treat unusefully like rock stars
with their guitars,
boys
with their toys,
after we're done with them, we break them off and tear them apart,
and it works cause we never pay attention to the devastating sounds of a broken heart,
we think we played our part, gaver her quick passion and pleasure,
identified her precious hidden treasure,
but it's really somewhere around her lungs rather than between her thighs,
something more than her appeal, somewhere around her eyes,
once we recognize that, it cripples our thoughts, our view
of something we know now is so beautiful,
pictures of that springs in and out of our head,
become confused at why we didnt find this at first, but daydream instead,
kisses stain us like drops of heaven,
outta 5 stars, she'll get 7,
we ride on cloud 9 on our way to 11,
passing the sex, passing the lies, passing the deception and different phases,
but love is something else, pimping just switched places