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[xtremeamerican]

“Simple”

In this life
Bound by strife
All seems to complicate
When the feelings start to accumulate
Young hearts run careless
No scars they possess
They reach for the fruits and pleasures
All the wealth and priceless treasures
No shame as they climb
And I know it should be a crime
But I want to taste it all
Fly so high, but I always stall

And now I know why I envy
Now I know why I hate
For all I seem to find
Is my greed
In this endless fight

I stare out
My eyes in drought
All the people
All of these people
Dress to impress
Glimmer in success
Corrupt by emotion
I’m sick of the notion
Controlled and driven
By hearts, not forgiven
Endlessly striving to connect
With the hearts they collect
I lash out with hatred
And tears
Cut the impulses from the mind
Run carelessly and blind
Find the perfect man
Or perfect woman
One that can provide
The perfect bride
The greatest muscles
One that hustles
Or the greatest ass
See through it, make it glass
Perhaps I’m expecting too much
I do want a little touch
Someone to touch my heart
So that we could never be apart
But I’m no eye candy
Nor am I handy
Just me
Someone you don’t see
I’m tired of it all
Tired of being the last you call
This animal like emotion
I stand here now for someone
Someone to hold in heart and mind
I’m done with the self loathing!
I’m done with all the hurting
Where is love
Is there such a thing
It’s simple
Its not love
All there is, is instinct