How to be different

A flower growing up side down
Killing himself just to be different
But if we dig it up the scent is no different
Calming to be god sent
But god made us all right
A different fruit on a different tree
Is how Adam and eve doomed us all right?
But go ahead with yourself proclaimed complexness
Solo-found correctness
Cause people being different is expected
And if anything’s expected is nothing out the ordinary
Thinking that you better and that life is extraordinary
Like we the coal and you the diamond
Or air and you the oxygen
No its people like you that I feel is the toxin
And we need a detoxification
For you whole style gets a pine box
Because all you do is bite other people stuff like Goldie locks
And being called out is just too much to bear
Cause to be different and the same is to be mixed
And mixed isn’t original
So just be your self
Cause who can be you

Hard to forget

You wake up and looking in the mirror is the hardest thing to do
Cause every time you take a glace you hoping it isn't you
Will he leave if he fined out the things that you use to-do
Or wipe the slate clean reviling the new you
But if she only knew the thing that he use to-do
And to ask her bout the past would give her a chance to
Tired of lies but the truth is something they can't do
So they sit soaking in blissful ignorance
Smiles and grins hide what lies with in
Cautious bout everything trying to guard them from everything
Curtain friends but become curtain people you can't see
Because they lips loose and telling bout what you use to be
Bound by the past wishing they could break free
He still wears his chains but not a slave to them
And she might have a drink but not a victim to them
The material let go but the broken hearts heal slow
And the boys ask about the chick that they use to know
Cause they offer her a drink and the first things she say is no
The boys ain't friendly now she thinking it's time to go
Its funny how the misguided found away to each other
Waiting on the chance to be honest with one another

Mr. misguided

Artificial glamour seem to to have them girls shook

But they'll see how fake you are if they take a second look

New rims on the whip known to give them whip flash

But if you walking down the street you lose attention in a flash

She hoping that you grow but you knew it wouldn't last

You a terrorist, hijacking her heart just to crash

Land in her room, in her life she made a room

That’s forever to be closed call it a mummy tomb

Chains around your neck

Cause you are a slave to your image

You’re a never dying breed

Always changing up the gimmick

And you always get away

It’s like you never reach your limit

A mountain of broken hearts

You laugh and wear them like a pendent

Your victims are your trophy

So who needs a trophy wife?

Hopeless Mr. misguided

Destined to live a lonely life