Shit!
Shit!
I just got seduced by zero curves.
Am I the hero of my story or the hero's girl?
Shit!
Why ain't I wearing a moustache?
It ain't like I can't grow it.
It my preference?
Is that why, in front of me, gay men act so desperate?
Is that why all boys think I'm the guy they can mess with?
I'm talking to someone in a room that's empty.
I doubt whose empty here.
Nothing against me,
But everybody acts as if they're interested
In talking to me, in those conversations, they're never invested.
I've nothing against it.
But, curiosity strikes me time and again.
At least tell me why I ain't
Interesting enough to be a talkative friend?
You know what? Stars are the most afraid of dark.
It like I'm always shining but there's no inner spark.
Does someone love someone for who they are?
Or just their clothes, brows, and songs set them apart?
You know what? I doubt I'm even a star.
Don't think I have the light of my own.
I'm just a not luminating body. My face ain't angular.
I just look like how the zeroes are.
That's why I'm dull as fuck when I'm alone.
Maybe that is why I've grown to become an attention whore.
But let me tell you, I've never sought attention to standout
But somehow, I've a few fans now.
Just to let you know, I've been seeking attention to blend in.
It's difficult trynna stand out,
And crave for being accepted at the same time.
It's hard to be liberal,
And still try to stick to values that made you the same man.
That made you the same man.
Sometimes, I fear I'll regret dreaming too long.
Sometimes, I doubt if I'm revealing too much in the song.
Sometimes, there's too much attention for me to handle.
Sometimes, there's too little for me to even blend in.