You heard the words, but never listened
I watched your eyes way off in the distance
never needed your attention
just fake affection, never needed validation
My life my own, you don't like the path I walk
then jump on the bus, we don't need to talk
you don't like the man who stands here, then turn away
don't look back, you may see what your missing one day
Don't need your words of praise
my esteem doesn't need the raise, of the fake words you embrace
don't need the popularity you're craving
needs addressing, keep it up your support is waiving
You think you have me sussed, but my dear you are confused
I'd rather walk a mile in my shoes, than be a fake in designer boots
so theres the door, don't forget to take your pride
it will keep you warm when your fame starts to slide
Thanks for reading
Peace & love.
Kyle.
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