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What Gives

Roamin’ ‘round the urban jungle,
Searchin’ soul, takin’ the wheel around for fortune.
Cruisin’ the streets with a frown, takin’ chances.

Virtual reality, met you just plain,
Nothing special, nothing intricate.
Time passin’, we are evolvin’,
Relatin’ you stuff and your wags,
Surfin’ the net, got your picture,
Thinkin’ ‘about you, live colorful.

Made me thought you are,
Taking hours of talking sweet nothins’.
Talkin’ ‘bout you and me but not “us.”

I hear you,
Say “take care for me,”
I hear you,
Say “yah gotta be sweet to me,”
I hear you,
Say “quit smokin,”

What gives?

You seem not to care,
Care for whatever that may matter.
What gives?

Insensitive, I’m givin, givin up.
No pressures on you, it’s all on me.
Givin’ up all nothins’
What gives?

mirror+echo by ~jodybon

Posted by bondabe 05:23

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