N there he goes swaying the hair.
Swaggering around like he doesnt care.
Sugar pie, those beautiful eyes.
Burying beneath, dem sweet lies.
Walk of the fame,
N the chicks go insane.
Apple of d eye, bt
King of the game.
Adores all around,
Yet hates he collects.
Mistakes he creates,
N no one corrects??
More & more to this vacant soul.
The Help, he wouldn't dare call.
Scared is the inner little kid,
That fear he has never freed.
N strong is the only choice.
For no one's there to hear the voice.
They wont know the sobs he hides,
Throughout the long, cold, dark nights.
He does have heart, it did get hurt.
N yes, less often though, he cries.
But you'll only view his luscious side.
For the tears he shed soon dries.