Love

You know what I use to think about babe,
While I was gnawing on a fat pork chop?

Smilin' bout' how life really meant nothing,
And how I'd found out it was all a scam.

Grandpa said, always be true to myself,
So, to me, I was just bein real cool.

I thought trustin' would get you screwed, big time.
From then on, I never let my guard down.

I'd never let people know, I could love,
Because, I was afraid they'd just use it.

The only times I'd come out on the top,
Was when I had to lie to somebody.

I thought I was just another chess move,
In a game plan that didn't include me.

Then one day, you climbed on back of my bike.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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