As the coldest of days when you think you’ll freeze..

Deep down inside of your soul your temperature surpases 100 degrees..

So is me being an a**hole the new sweet.?

Or me being superficial the new Quis.?

A gentleman he is, some might say..

Others may say he’s a manipulator, liar and thief..

He stole my heart with intentions to never again speak..

These are perceptions which control i don’t have..

I mean i guess i could work harder to please everyone, you know.. turn tears into a laugh..

But where will that leave me.?

Confused alone, searching others peoples happiness for my simple inner peace..

It sounds good, but only time wil alow me to become me..