The THINGs

So what are you pet peeves
I mean I could say a lot of things
And what are the things

You prayed for me in ways a sinner prays for forgiveness
Stronger than a basehead adores crack pipes addicted to my pain coursing through your veins
Leaving behind aftermath of all the pain I've caused
More affectionate than a mother caressing her stillborn child, with hopes he will one day breath again
It seems I've became an enigma
Manifested in the layers of your imagination, you saw me as perfect
Placed me on undeserved pedestals, your faith in me was frightening
The look in your eyes as I sell dreams and spew lies treading the awfully thin line between love and hate

No, no, no
I can't go there
No, no, no
You don't play fair
I was told to beware
Be aware

Be aware of the things
It's not always what it seems
If you know what I mean
The Things

Be aware of the things
It's not always what it seems
If you know what I mean
The Things

I been tryna see you
But it's been so hard to reach you
Always feels like nice to meet you
The rain
Took a try at forgiveness
Cause I can't handle the distance
I am a witness to
The pain
I have a fear it'll happen again
You know, the same ole sin
The lose to win
Making lies up with your friends
A third try at new begins

No, no, no
I can't go there
No, no, no
You don't play fair
I was told to beware
Be aware

Be aware of the things
It's not always what it seems
If you know what I mean
The Things

Be aware of the things
It's not always what it seems
If you know what I mean
The Things

I just wanna do it my way
And not have fear about what you'll say
Scared to speak my mind cause your mood will change and bring bad vibes all day
Always trying to take me to the dojo
Fighting with your words you get low, low
But I'd rather talk it out and you be like go, go
DC like Batman, un poco loco



Credits
Writer(s): Cordero Hale
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