Can't Fine Me
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?
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