Life I as simple as 1 2 3 then why all these men want to play games on me.. I can see through the bs and flattery .. so be a man and be honest please.. I lay in my bed and these thoughts come to mind so I up writing them and trying not to sigh.. my soul just become darken and anger begins to feed.. Why does the mind play tricks on me.. I have been pushed to the dark side of no return.. See things pass me by as I grow old.. learn to see through the black clouds to find a shining light that shows it all not in site.. Things are as simple as black and white as long as you open your eyes you will see it without a doubt.. laying in my bed tossing about.. If this has what become of my life full of sleepless nights.. I turn my soul away from the devil cause he will never have the purity I see in me.. but yet these thoughts and feelings are beginning to consume me.. there darken and evil and full of rage.. There is no particular rhythm or reason it just me.. Isn’t life as simple as one two three..
