Who could have known that there's a price,
to kind acts like just being nice,
take my advice, just be you and care
less about the ones making you feel unrare,
some truth to share, i never hurt,
only others hurt me, that's how it works,
don't require percs, vikes or xanax,
i always go for girls who for some reason attract,
we're lost until we learn how to speak,
the question in our minds every day of the week,
can't turn the other cheek, i tried,
all that did was momentarily decrease my pride,
without anyone by my side i know my mistakes,
but i choose them and wait to see what it makes,
quickly forget fakes, but never the feeling,
that i felt when with her i was dealing.