They say you shouldn't chase love

but what if love can't find you

Just seems to find me

I'm tired of her presence, a vessel so empty

The conversations, lacking the depths of situation

It's so easy to grasp the surface

Talking with no purpose

I think the real women took a trip

They left the earth for the weak

not to be confused with the meak

She stabbed my heart

I think the poison is driving me insane

because I almost liked the pain

my ex reminded me of my ex  that reminded me of my ex

then prospecting the next that reminded me of my ex

So here I am Shinning like 24 kt Gold

I couldve add fire to her brimstone, a king to her throne

was love already running?

or did She run when I gave chase?

maybe Love just didn't see my face

It's hard to pinpoint the real when the clones look alike

I'm wondering if love find me what my world would be like?