Silly me for believing you are the man for me, even when you showed me that you couldn’t be.

Nights where I’d sleep and see you in my dreams had me thinking it was meant to be.

Wishing on a star, trying so hard to figure out who you really are.

Cause the words and the actions started to not match and I knew for a fact, that that’s when feeling started to subtract.

Leading me on with no intentions to put a ring on. Black, educated queen being treated like a tv screen.

On for your entertainment or maybe something from science class, an experiment.

Claiming this is more than intimacy but pattern shows that this is ur recurring tendency.

Fighting between standing on my worth and realizing my value or allow you to continue to portray false hope of a new you.

Between my mind and my heart is a constant battle.

One hates you, one loves you but they both long for you.

My friends say I’m hypnotized, If I showed them the you behind closed doors, they’d be just as mesmerized.

Commitment is like screeching to your ears, as I’m pleading you to choose me. Let me be all that you see.