It Must Be
It must be nice to love someone and have it equally returned from that person, I think I felt it once before but it was gone too fast to really be sure Im still hurting Im tough to the core yet soft to touch Im sensitive in ways you may never dream of I got a lot to say yet I barely speak much I hate finding something Im tempted to touch Finding myself in circles in between worlds points made simple sometimes I get fickle to enter my world all you need is a nickel I cant give all of me on my heart there is a gate and you need 3 keys I been wishing on a star lately but all I get is fake I need tangible reliable something far from the bull with a lot of cake everybody say they 100 but none of them real for real Im truly gon need me something I can feel I love being loved in more ways than one I get sad at times cuz I really want a son some people may never marry or have children I may even be one of them I like looking at a mean gangsta lean on the sid...