it stil hurts when i c the word

Can we not talk about what could become I've had this conversation one too many times And you have yet to learn the worth that's in your words Is it that what you wanna be is just a word that rhymes I don't wanna lose myself trying to make sense of you I never thought I wouldn't be able to think for myself But when I rot in my pit Eve don't need to eat by herself Fruit of the loom I assume you know what's better for my health Better than nothing else when I can't understand All the cards dealt; the tarot don't tell, my merit won't sell Used to wish I could be someone else then we breath like cells Didn't think I need your help, interlocked my heart bleed I don't tell I don't wanna lose myself trying to make sense of you I got a lot of love but not a lot of trust The ugliest underbellies always seem to be tucked And if there was really something pretty up in between Baby it's beyond me like what the f*ck is lux grunge