Ok, stop, that’s it, I’m not doing it or this anymore.
There’s no love in it, so I don’t know what I’m doing it for.
I feel like I’m going to date every girl that walks through my door;
And I always let them in to deep, right down to my core.
Did I mention I hate the brake ups, they always leave me bruised, battered and saw.
I was thinking I would find the one but now I’m not so shore.
So I’m thinking that was it because now, I don’t think I know what’s real or fake.
I feel like I’m stuck between memories and breams, my grasp of reality is at stake.
And I’m tired and worn out so I want to take more then just a brake.
“Now I can see it in her eyes; fireworks†those are words from a rapper named Drake.
But next time I see a woman to love, hopefully its stars instead of fireworks, for my sake.
Because their more unique, special and last longer and that, only God can make.
Truth is, nothing much ever turns out as we desired.
So for the moment my heart and I are deservingly retired.
21 girlfriends have gone in 21 brake ups and that’s not something to be admired.
So to the angel of love on my shoulder, you are temporarily, fired!!
Flirting, impressing girls and dating skills are now to me skills non-required
I’ve been picking up broken pieces of my self of the muddy ground for too long now and that’s it, I’m tired!!