Honesty

Sending over all sort of messages You won't look over Won't claim that I exist I'm still sending over all sort of promises Hoping you might come back Watching over your whole journey With a glimpse of an eye Over, your whole life's passing Cause you won't let me in I, I'm not good at letting things go You torture me and play with my soul I can't find relief You seem colder, ever since I let you in And I no longer, feel your lips over my skin Searching for your excuses for silence But you, just like the chase Please move over, stop glancing at my face I have a new order, and you don't have a space in it Don't bother sending me all your friends This time ill win my case I don't believe in the difference in sexes or races I believe in the difference of people and their personal embraces Honesty is international, intercultural, biracial