12:53 AM..

As I lay in my bed, I think to myself what it is really that separates me from other dudes. What she sees in me that she don't see in those other guys. What makes her call them 'waste', & me, well.. Not. I know there will be guys out there better looking then me, probably funnier than me, maybe even more talented. But I wanna know, why me? Why am I the one you call everyday, or think about, or waste your time with. What do I have? I think about these things from time to time, to think about what's keeping her within my grasp, & everyday it makes less sense. I mean I know I'm a nice dude & all.. But why me?


Posted by Y.Hip-Hop | at 10:00 PM


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