IN PUBLIC EYES

dont feel the music , can handle the magic
all i see is in the memories of the dms , tragic
something that wasnt meant to be
public eyes always judges me
and i like it best in sollitude
maybe we sang out of tune
most of the poems i will regret
they other i will forget
i just need to vent , rant
maybe you relate ?
maybe you also felt a bit of heartbreak
I like it better close off , chit about this and that
confession put me in your hands
do you still like me after what i just said
all i just want to make a friend
it always end up in rant and vent
throw a fit , i tend to do it for a habbit
but dont portray me out to be ,,, tragic