That's Life

Nothing will ever be what it seems. What you make it out to be. The Truth is I'm a liar. And an even better one to myself. The best in fact. I write shit on paper in journals just to give it more validity. As if once I have tangible proof that it somehow alters the reality. But ain't that how the government work? Shit if I don't sign it and date it perhaps even stamp a fingerprint doesn't that discredit it's legitimacy? So does being introduced to your bitch making me any less of a side chick? We still fucking in the car at the park ain't we? I mean let's review the receipts. Just because I'm 15m away from accessing you does that change the fact that nobody in your life that actually matter can know about me. I'm going to always be a secret. That fact will never provide me with any security and do you know why? Because I'm use to your type. I'm familiar. I only ever get yous. I cried out about you in 5 star hotels shoveling coke down my nose like it wasn't shit. Just casually screaming out as I always do it ain't like it's a big deal or nothing. He still ain't coming back. It ain't like the nut I just provided him tethers him to my soul or anything. But at least I'm pretty, after I put this makeup on. At least I still have that to pat myself on the back about.