Peace to the 70% of people living in others shoes,
the ones that dance to their own beat, to their own grooves,
still able to smile no matter after they lose,
even if it goes on a streak of 32,
what is love if the pain in the end,
never wants you to love again,
ever felt taunted by the mere looks of a female friend?
never felt wanted by what my eyes see as a full ten,
even though i don't like the other 30 percent,
to their parties and get togethers i sure went,
usually meet a girl who never even meant,
to get drunk, write that text, and make it sent,
i wish someone would stay, not just any girl though,
or a girl who went from lover to girl i used to know,
not a girl who stayed until all i had was sold,
just a girl who wants to with me grow old.