not a propasion to be won
i need to do my own thing not pick up somebody else's pieces. i'm not a bag of potatoes just lieing around for you swing over your shoulder, baby. My heart needs a home, a place to land , a roar to roam and a home to land for. i'm not a stone's throw away on the yar'n , i'm not a hopeless cause to toss around the barn. my heart and love is golden , unlike honey stiffen and molden, oh holden.Why is it these days people make me feel cheap and brittle and lame?
My heart's not a toy or a game. it's not something to be won, but yet others think they can toss me around like a dame, i'm not anothers plane, not anothers game , i'm a piece of properity to be won over and over again. I'm not a cheap trinket to be placed next to another one.
I'm not a toy to be shared or thrown away when broken. I'm a lost piece of a puzzle to be placed and then never spoken. I'm not a condroum to figure out and then throw out. I'm not a seed to sewn and then harvested with a hoe. I'm not a line to throw about never counting with or without. I'm not a lover to settle for, i'm not a puppet to help even the score. I'm not a baby to lose away or hope to die for another day.
i'm just someone tryin to be , let me be me please, please.
there's this storm i see a swarming next to me, if you ride the tide so be, but if not don't bother with me.
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