I am too honest in a world full of lies.
This generation is something I truly despise.
Women are ruthless.
I chew on my words until I am toothless.
I want to love with actions.
But women are too consumed with captions.
Having fun is a deception.
I think life is beautiful too.
I am walking a fine line of becoming callous, and loving a woman so passionate.
My feelings feel drastic; I feel as if alone on a far away planet.
Existential loneliness, and no longer despair.
My mind is repaired and my soul is growing Forth.
But this love is scorched.
This love is torched.
I need an angel in my life, I’d like to make one woman my wife –
My sweet lady, unknowingly love of my existence, please, bring me to life…