You stood there an said your rhymes told me your dreams and made me cry.. But then you turn and put me in with all the rest like I’m not the best.. So now I pull my self away like the rest before I end up being nothing more then second best.. Hold on too what nothing but shatter dreams and tales of the heart that nothing could separate us apart.. I hoped and dream that we would be more of a reality but now I see that was my stupidity.. Your lines are good your stories were true but there was really nothing to hold on too.. My heart told me otherwise and for that I’m ashamed to say I let it turn out this way.. But now I walk and turn my back on those dreams that are just made of fiction with no real modifications..
