trying to climb up the stratoshpere, but gets kicked down

no more breath inside,

essence left my heart, damn right.

saw Hailey's comet, she waved.

even the man in the moon disappeared.

paranoid in the cloudy Game of Love

to hear of Anything and Everything from sources

is just so common

to interpret Anything and Everything from sources

is too, so common.

is it really what it is from pessimistic thoughts?

or just plain Paranoia.

I'm self-diagnosed with one hella effin problem.

I'm trying to play the Game well, but how can one play well being pessimistic,

being Paranoid.

crestfallen, once again

Some search, never finding a way.
Before long, they waste away.
I found you, something told me to stay.
I gave in, to selfish ways.
And how I miss someone to hold,
when hope begins to fade.

something as common as a Cold in LA

to come and think about it, she's prolly the first

she brought out a side of me I didn't know.

If I ain't the first, I still hope It won't be the last.

I don't run fast, that's why I'm taking it slow and hopefully steady, to see how things would grow.

Maybe I've got under another spell, keeping me from seeing the real things.

Trying so hard not to make all my moves in one motion and scare her away.

sometimes, sometimes just the thought of it just keeps me so alive.