Changing directionsChanging pathsInnumerable influencesFrom people that have crossed my pathHave left me feelingA bit confusedAnd out of placeI feel lost and led astrayHow do I come back home?How do I come back home?To home Sweet HomeTo home Sweet home....
Who am I?Am I the influence of my friendsAm I the sadness of a breakupAm I the glitz and glamour Of fashion and make upAm I the anger of my mumAnd the distance of my dadAm I the stillness of a yogi ?Or should I enjoy the world like a bhogi..In the end, I'm gonna be sick and die like a rogi...Am I a boring job or a passionate artAm I the sway of my hormonesIs destiny or desire in controlWho am I?Fuck ! Fuck!Who am I?
When her needs are not metWhen other women are bestWhen he's not directHe speaks in parablesShe's confusedIs he genuine or just meanShe doesn't seek closureShe just leaves
We become different people than who we originally set out to beShaped by situations, relationships and timeChange
Rest in the stillness of your highest most evolved best selfYou need no oneWhat you need is time and space
All a woman has is really truly only herselfSo take care of you
The only lesson in life is to learn the art of letting GoOf things, situations and people
The highest Order of BetrayalIs the one that happensRight under your nose
Could you understand my jealousyOr my painOf having to see your profileLittered with women's namesWomen who follow meWoman who are my friendsAre they really?Or just following the latest trendsI wish I could open upAnd tell you I like youBut sadly you turned out To be a playerJust like all of the restJust like all of the rest
Maybe things were supposed to breakSo you could find freedom againI ruined things