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I stepped out, fell down to one knee and bowed
Threw up my hands, like he holier than thou
Jumped on in with one hundred percent, plus
Trusting him, trusting me, trust is a must
I let the thorns around my bush soften
In my frontal lobe he lingered often
Reality had not sat in, yet, now I can imagine
What it takes to keep a dream alive, it’s more than passion
Sacrifice, compromise, communication and taking risks
And most of all taking our insecurities by fists
Picture being the one for another
Ponder being their only lover, no other
This can be psychologically draining
But the curve in my back props me up to maintain it
I am trippin when I’m not sippin love in my cup
There are some who can feel it and there are some that try to make it happen
In the end, the one who loves the most happens to not be the one laughing