Failing through a simple mind Laying still with dewy eyes, still feeling like a jerk. It's a measure of a simple pride Combined with cold panic, withstanding I made Deanna second guess... She wouldn't be the first Complete with my outbursts I'm busy making lovers cry I can't stand it "I need to be more honest" Still feels like a lie Or a truth I can decide Yo, I'm mad delicate Rough skinned and feather chinned













