Ain'T Shit Man

It has become customary for me to have someone laying in my bed ; to keep me warm when my covers can't I guess its on set delusions in my head That tricks me into believing this is what I need ,even if its from an ain't **** man,knowing what I know Why do I allow him into my bed,to soak up my juices and eat of my bread Receiving and deceiving Playing mind games with my head; and I never get a thing no comittment and no ring Conversations about emotions are revoked when leaving my lips traveling to his ear Who am I to blame if I keep doing the same thing That lands me right where I am Time after time I see potential and run with it Without checking his credentials I hear struggle and pain Thinking he just need someone like me, cause I can change everything Only to find out he was never a broken man but a breaker of hearts , have me wishing I knew this from the start But maybe I did ,maybe my need to be needed or my desire to be wanted Is the reason I find myself right back here again dealing with an ain't **** man