You pick the fruits that allow your relations to grow
You mold them mend them with your mind like dough
Some we love and some we hate
Who we choose is always a debate
Words we speak now have no meaning
words just spoken by those who are feigning
'I love you' can be so seeming
until the person you love gives up it can feel so demeaning
To stay so bright you are sunlight gleaming
the darkness falls please enough of the cheating
How can you look into my eyes
and feed me spoonfuls all of lies
But its alright I will not fright
I have a friend its called the night
There you can find me as I write
about relationships and my old fights
There is lots I can't tell I don't know why
But one thing is for sure, i'm simply too nice of a guy
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