I know it seems like I’m open,
Like a house with no doors
Or a window jacked open.
But that’s simply not true.
It’s simply a joke.
I’m nothing but closed
Like a house with no windows
Or a door bolted close.
I present myself simple,
Because simple is best.
Simple clothes, simple goals
Just a little simple less.
At the end of the day I’m simple no less,
But a girl waiting wanting to be blessed.
NF wanted therapy,
Joyner wanted change,
Lil Dicky just wanted to change the game.
But all I wanted was my life to change.
For it no longer to seem like a losing game,
Or a session that’s ended with more therapy
And not a thing of gain.
I know it seems like I’m open,
But all I am is a eulogy unopened.
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