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So you want me to sell you what you want me to be

Don’t want a pitch, but you don’t want the truth

You can’t handle it

You don’t respect it

So hung up on the game

You forgot my name

The real meaning of me

Blinded by what you want to see

You did no even hear me

Until I shocked you with my nakedness

Then you drew back and regressed

From your chase

Being honest is a waste

Being candid is a disgrace

Might as well keep me to myself

Till I get what I want

Till I obtain what I need

Bump that truth talk

It does not work

I think it is beserk

For revealing so much

There is no reward no touch of relief

Only embarrassment and grief

So tired of pretending

I just want to be real

With someone

With some man

That can handle my speal

Who is not hung up on a fantasy

But is man enough to confront and deal



I can’t tell a man how I feel without chasing him away

I have to hold it in although I want to say

So much from my heart,

Inside I beam like a child

But the world is full of games

And an abundance of players

Who know all the rules

I keep breaking them

I guess I need to go back to school

School me on this

Dating game

The wedding planner

The honey mooners

the who says what and when

should I kiss him now or then

should let him walk me home

see me alone

call me most

cease to boast about my delights

should I be the first to say goodnight

when I really want to conversate some more

will he think I am a whore

if I go inside and close the door

can I touch his hand or draw away

should I see him everyday

or make him wait till Thursday

should I do this

should I do that

too much struggle

too much work

I just want to share my heart with someone who’s heart beats like mine

So that we can fly on wings of clouds as our dreams intertwine

I just want to love again with some one who is my best friend

We can laugh, and cry and play pretend before we twist and bend

just to say nothing yet he hear it all

As my heart beats for him, he will call

I want to be in love and be loved

But do I have to be a fake a phony and a liar

To spark the heart of someone’s fire