Joel Bryant - Fourth Quarter

Been messed up since that first true heart break
No, I’m no longer a keepsake
I can’t trust you, and my heart ache
And my visions blurred
That angel on my shoulder starts to be unheard
the devil on the other
Begins to cut the color
My morels are smothered
And I begin to suffer
No babe I don’t think that I’m gonna make it home for supper
A fuse is lit in my system
Still feeling symptoms
From old bitches that fucked me over
Played my heart for their exposure
Now im sitting Here fucked up
Not able to find love
Not able to find truth
Still hung up thinking about you
I Been such a mess
Barely any rest
I Forgot how to trust
I Fall too easy for lust
Most nights im alone
My heart feels hollow like stone
I’ll go from wanting someone to hold
To wanting someone to fuck
Even if I wasn’t thunderstruck
These hoes all fake anyway
Hit me with that fake love and child’s play
I fade away
To my self I stay
Leave me alone I say
Just to want some company
From a female somebody
Tired of being so alone
I'm Tired looking for random chicks
On my phone
Tired of hitting on my female friends
Thinking maybe some fairytale
Lies within
Too afraid to follow my heart
Cause of what everyone else thinks
Maybe im my own biggest jinx
Four quarters gone
Sip the liquor to the strike of dawn
Looking at life like everything is wrong
I’ll tell you more during the next project

Written by:
Joel Bryant

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