Vanilla Frosting

I don't wanna have another
Sense of self insecurities
I don't wanna have another
Sense of self obscurity
Hold my hand, make a promise
That you will not let it go
Tis the season, to the weekend
So we cannot touch the snow

Vanilla Frosting, I am for real
Comforting me
In something so sweet
Like opportunities
Vanilla Frosting comes in a pack
In a pack full of misled attacks
Of poems you see

Come for me
Come for me
Come for me
When you wanna meet
Come for me
Come for me
If you think it is what it seems

Everyday, feel the sorrow
Everyday, like no tomorrow
Save a kid, from the villan
Overhanded justice given
Start today, a new beginner
Never once became a sinner
Everything's clean Everything
Everything's clean but no reward



Credits
Writer(s): Marcus Sullivan
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