When I look at you all I see is a ghosted image of what I want you to be
Like funhouse mirrors my eyes distort your flaws making you more than what you truly are
Distorted views, false realities why is my mind playing tricks on me?
Ghosted images, double sometimes triple,
Taking what’s in my heart to feed the alternate view of you
Multiple images, honesty in one, while there are lies in all the others
The image, your lips move, talking trash lyrics real smooth
Body language throwing your swag from right to left
As you lock down your performance from one chic to the next
You say my distortion is just a trick
I need to get my eyes and ears fixed
You make me laugh out loud with your tongue Mr Slick
Really sir is that so?
You’re telling me to stay but am i the only one? …So…
Distorted views but I must choose
You win, I win but there’s a chance We will lose
So confused by distorted views
© Soulmuze 2012
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