6ix

I took too many chances to be unsure of
who it is I want to share with my pure love
Now that I'm cured of the allure of the provocative demure of
the two that endured my very immature love
I believe I'm mature 'nuff to learn how to live in terms of
Being with a single being, that which I fell short of
I never cheated or anything
But this is why I sing my sad song
About the two women that I constantly treated wrong
All along I was holding the hearts of the two
And struck the cue ball that easily broke through
No clue how I accrued such a hideous rep
But the first step's a doozy
So I kept trippin' off the same one. Still stunned. No fun.
I want to make myself, not make something.
The one thing about that is I think romance
Enhances my chances

But I took too many of those already

Even if my finances span expanses, it's too late
I took too many chances
Lust is all that's to experience
Now that I consider life's riddles
I might still be woozy from that first step.
Dizzy, tryna keep my mind busy & crowded on all sides
They both still reside within my clouded mind
My chip-toothed heart, and the depths of my soul
The same mind that sold me their sensual glances
The same heart that made too many advances
The same soul that did too many dances
The same Draa that took too many chances

My fears appear to be drawing near, and yet
This drama can be exploited & avoided easily I bet
I didn't say anything binding, so nothing is set
So I guess I should pay the price before I owe the debt
Consequences mean spiritual fences and I feel that's a threat
To the life I live in freedom-free of love, but also regret
Soon I will forget pain and step out of its silhouette
But a worse decision would be to just do it, like cigarettes
Going out of my mind 'cause I find I'm fined for another
Who used to love me so much, she called me her brother
Lover? No. But it goes to show that a friend
the opposite gender doesn't mean what society screens
into even the minds of the defined teens
The same minds that buy sensual glances
The same hearts that allow excessive advances
The same souls that are taught so many dances
The same people that gave me too many chances.